No one, human or demon, on Black Wind Ridge said a word of thanks. Yet from that simple sentence alone, Xiao Hua understood. It was the wholehearted sincerity of these humans and demons—they had truly begun to regard him as their master!
"Enough. Rise!" Xiao Hua waved his hand. He had not used the slightest bit of mana, yet every human and demon stood up in perfect order without the slightest hesitation. It was as though a mountain of blades and a sea of flames lay ahead; if Xiao Hua gave the command, they would charge forward without fail.
Xiao Hua slowly floated before the cave dwelling and landed there. Liu Yi and Wang Zhengfei were quick-witted; they had long since moved a chair out from the cave. Once Xiao Hua sat down, the two of them respectfully stood to either side.
Sitting upright in the chair, Xiao Hua swept his gaze around at the demons filling the mountains and plains, feeling something almost inconceivable. He had intended to raise up the Daoist sect, yet who would have thought that only a handful of Daoist sect cultivators had come while he had gathered a whole host of demons instead? This far exceeded his original expectation of merely getting a Black Bear Spirit to guard the mountain gate...
"Black Bear..." Xiao Hua called blandly.
"Master, this one is here!" The instant he heard that Xiao Hua had only just sat down and had called for him first, the Black Bear Spirit was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He hurriedly scrambled out from the side and knelt on the ground.
"Golden Eagle, White Lion, where are you?" Xiao Hua nodded slightly at the Black Bear Spirit, then called again.
Great King Golden Eagle and Great King Ten Thousand Lions