No one, human or demon, on Black Wind Ridge said a word of thanks. Yet with just such a simple sentence, Xiao Hua understood. It was the wholehearted sincerity of these humans and demons—they had truly taken him as their master!
"Enough, rise!" Xiao Hua waved his hand. He had not used the slightest trace of magic power, yet every human and demon rose in perfect unison, without the least hesitation. It was as though a mountain of blades and a sea of fire lay ahead; if Xiao Hua gave the order, they would surely charge straight into it.
Xiao Hua slowly drifted before the cave dwelling and landed there. Liu Yi and Wang Zhengfei were quick-witted; they had already carried a chair out from the cave. Once Xiao Hua sat down, the two respectfully stood to his left and right.
Xiao Hua sat upright in the chair, his gaze sweeping around at the demons covering the mountains and plains. A feeling beyond belief arose in his heart. He had originally meant to raise up the Daoist sect, yet who could have imagined that only a handful of Daoist sect cultivators would come, while he gathered a whole heap of demons instead? Compared to his earlier expectation of merely having a Black Bear Spirit guard the mountain gate... this had gone far beyond it.
"Black Bear..." Xiao Hua called blandly.
"Master, this lowly one is here!" The moment Black Bear Spirit heard that Xiao Hua had just sat down and called for him first, tears of emotion streamed down his face. He hurriedly rolled and crawled out from the side, then knelt on the ground.
"Where are Golden Eagle and White Lion?" Xiao Hua nodded slightly at Black Bear Spirit, then called again.
Great King Golden Eagle and Great King