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. Moreover, 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 froze, looked at the invitation before him, then waved his hand. The invitation flew back to Xiao Hua as he said, "My Hall Master merely admires you, Immortal Friend. This visit would only be for tea and conversation; it would have nothing to do with the Yaotai Gathering."
"Immortal Friend, you are mistaken." Xiao Hua waved his hand, sending the invitation back again. Smiling, he said, "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 upright, 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 upright, why fear others' suspicions? One need only do what one believes is right. How could others know?"
Xiao Hua stared at the invitation before him without much hesitation, then raised his head. "There may be no scales in others' eyes, but there are scales in this old man's heart. There may be no weights in others' hands, but heaven and earth have their own weights. This old man does not fear others' suspicions, but this old man fears... his inner demons!"
With that, Xiao Hua waved his hand without touching the invitation at all. His figure rose into the air again, and his cold voice rang out.