As Chang Yu spoke, he pointed at the cultivators who had arrived somewhat later than them. Just as Chang Yu had said, those cultivators waved their hands and, without even waiting for the low-level cultivators from the various states to speak, turned aside and flew away. Some even swept out a hand, generating a fierce gust that directly blew those low-level cultivators backward through the air.
Xiao Hua helplessly rubbed his forehead and smiled. "It is not that this Xiao is softhearted, but seeing that we are all disciples of the Daoist sect, I have to show a little mercy, no?"
"Ha ha ha..." Wu Tianxin rarely burst into laughter. Looking at Xiao Hua with great interest, he said, "Isn't Fellow Daoist Xiao being softhearted? These so-called Daoist sect cultivators may wear the outer skin of our Daoist sect, but their hearts have already become those of Confucian cultivators! They may even be Daoist lackeys raised by the various Confucian states!"
"Per... perhaps!" Xiao Hua smiled. In truth, let alone Daoist sect cultivators, even if several Confucian scholars came over now with smiling faces and tokens in hand, Xiao Hua's temperament meant he might not refuse them. At most, he would take a few more tokens and listen to a few more pointless words in midair. It was merely a lift of the hand.
As they spoke, the several Daoist sect cultivators behind them brazenly passed over the many tents and military camps, flying into Yaotai Mountain. The low-level cultivators recruiting worthy men and gathering talented scholars did not seem particularly dejected. Each appeared to have completed their task as they flew back into their respective camps. Beside a small tent below, another armored man stared at Xiao Hua in the air with an incredulous expression. Hesitation and confusion filled