Xue Ping and the others watched Xiao Hua and Zhai Xingzi descend from the flying boat. Xiao Hua was one thing—merely a Nascent Soul cultivator who had recently risen to fame—but Zhai Xingzi's reputation resounded across the Cangxian Continent. Especially after he had claimed the final strange treasure at this Yaotai Gathering, news of it had long since spread throughout the continent. His imperial robes were exceptionally eye-catching as well. The moment he flew down from the boat, cultivators who had come to their senses eagerly stepped forward to pay their respects. As for Xiao Hua, they had already placed him second.
Xiao Hua did not care about this. He waved to those cultivators who bowed toward him but were actually keeping their eyes fixed on Zhai Xingzi, considering the formalities complete.
Gu Suqiudi and Fu Zhiwen came down last. Fu Zhiwen's cultivation was comparable to Xue Ping and the others', while Gu Suqiudi had concealed her cultivation, appearing to be around third-grade Yuan force. She was also dressed in Daoist robes, and Zhai Xingzi would glance at her with concern from time to time. The cultivators immediately understood something. Though they were not as deferential to her as they were to Zhai Xingzi, they still treated her with several degrees more respect than Xiao Hua.
Xue Ping and the others were delighted, but Zhai Xingzi could not muster any joy. Looking at the dozen cultivators with their crooked melons and cracked dates of cultivation, he was practically ready to curl his lip. Under normal circumstances, Zhai Xingzi would have berated them long ago. But seeing Xiao Hua's utterly unconcerned manner, he could not say much. After all, he had been invited by Xiao Hua.
"You all... have waited a long time. Are there only this many cultivators?" Though dissatisfied