Xiao Hua smiled and flicked his sleeve. Rather than accept the invitation, he sent it back before the warrior and said solemnly, "I am a Daoist sect cultivator and do not wish to associate too much with Confucian cultivators. Besides, the Yaotai Gathering will be held in three days. If this old man visits the Star Lord Palace before then, it may cause misunderstandings."
The warrior was taken aback. Looking at the invitation before him, he waved his hand, and it flew back to Xiao Hua. "My Hall Master merely appreciates you, Immortal Friend. This visit is only for tea and conversation; it will have nothing to do with the Yaotai Gathering."
"Immortal Friend, you are mistaken." Xiao Hua waved his hand, sending the invitation back again, and smiled. "As the ancients said, do not adjust your shoes in a melon patch, nor straighten your cap beneath a plum tree. Since our hearts are open and aboveboard, why do things that invite suspicion?"
"Immortal Friend, you are mistaken." For the third time, the warrior waved his hand, and the invitation returned before Xiao Hua. "Since our hearts are open and aboveboard, why fear the suspicions of others? Just do what you believe is right. How could others know?"
Xiao Hua stared at the invitation before him without much hesitation, then raised his head. "There is no scale in others' eyes, but there is one in this old man's heart. There is no weight in others' hands, but between Heaven and Earth there is one. This old man does not fear others' suspicions, but this old man fears... his inner demons!"
As he spoke, Xiao Hua waved his hand without touching the invitation at all. His figure rose once more, and his cold voice rang out. "This matter ends here. There