"Oh?" The moment Xiao Hua saw the man appear, his divine sense swept over him again. Yet, just as before, he could not detect the slightest trace of the man. Amid his surprise, Xiao Hua became wary. Since arriving on the Cangxian Continent, this was the first Confucian cultivator he had encountered whom even his divine sense could not probe.
But when Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes and clearly saw the newcomer, his astonishment deepened. The man wore not only rare pale-blue Confucian robes, but also had bizarre hair. It was neither the hair bun of Confucian or Daoist cultivators nor the shaved head of a Buddhist monk. Instead, it was about three inches long, lying straight across the top of his head, covering his forehead and more than half his brows, nearly reaching his eyes! What made Xiao Hua most uncomfortable was the man's pale complexion and exceedingly handsome features. His childish baby face made him look far younger than ordinary Confucian scholars. In particular, the True Person's eyes were narrow and seemed small, yet when his gaze shifted, their sharp glint was like swords, and his ink-black pupils shone like stars. Such a strikingly handsome figure even made the self-assured Xiao Hua feel threatened. What sort of sight must he be in the eyes of all those female cultivators?
Xiao Hua did not know how the newcomer had blocked his As-You-Wish Staff, but he truly had not intended to kill Professor Hu. Taking advantage of the moment, he swung the staff, shrinking it to several feet long. He casually waved it before his eyes, pointed it ahead, and said coldly, "Where did this little brat come from? When adults are talking, what right do you have to interrupt?"
"Greetings, Head of the Imperial Academy!" As soon as Xiao