At this, Xiao Hua waved his hand and vanished from before the constable chief. Glancing at Xiao Jian and the others, he called, "You all, come with this old man!"
"Yes..." Xiao Jian had no idea why Xiao Hua had suddenly stopped, but he obediently turned around. Qiyang Temple was now a place where trouble brewed, and he did not dare linger.
The moment Xiao Hua withdrew, the constable chief broke out in a cold sweat and collapsed limply to the ground. Xiao Hua's imposing presence had been far too overwhelming. He opened his mouth, intending to say something, but an indescribable weariness rose from the depths of his heart. At the same time, a foul stench of urine wafted up from beneath his crotch. Lowering his head in astonishment, he discovered that at some unknown moment, he had been scared into wetting himself...
Xiao Hua's expression was placid as water, yet his eyes brimmed with fury. Step by step, he walked out through Qiyang Temple's dilapidated mountain gate. The villagers watching all lowered their heads and hurriedly made way for him. Even the constables surrounding the place did not dare stop him, scattering in panic.
After crossing the small bridge over the river, they reached the foul-smelling street. There were no pedestrians on it now; evidently, all the nearby residents and passersby had gathered at Qiyang Temple to watch the spectacle. Xiao Jian looked around, then hurried several steps to Xiao Hua's side and said in a low voice, "Senior, Master Dao Shan's death must hold some hidden mystery! You..."
"Xiao Jian." Hearing this, Xiao Hua stopped. Looking at this cultivator who had once ruled a kingdom, he spoke slowly and clearly. "To tell the truth, this old man has not had a very good impression of you. It