"Hehe, those disciples' cultivation is too low!" Xiao Hua naturally understood Li Xiang's hesitant nature, forever weighing this and that. Smiling, he said, "Moreover, they would hinder the three of you in controlling the Creation Sect. When I leave, I will take them with me as well."
"Ah? Master..." Lan Dianzi grew anxious upon hearing this. "What do you mean, Master? Are you abandoning the three of us and no longer intending to keep the Creation Sect?"
"How could that be?" Xiao Hua waved his hand. "Your realms are still too low, so there are matters you cannot yet understand! I sensed it while setting up the formation. The three of you will surely carry the Creation Sect forward in the Soaring Dragon Mountain Range, while Liu Yi and the others will improve in cultivation by following me."
"Master is the revered head of a sect. Bringing a few junior brothers along would give you some proper bearing—that is only fitting," Xiong Yi said with a smile. "Besides, Master controls the national artifact. In a crisis, you can take them into the national artifact, so there should not be much danger."
"Precisely!" Xiao Hua nodded. Raising his eyes to survey the hall, he instructed them again, "Xiong Yi, Lan Dianzi, Li Xiang, the Creation Sect was not easily founded. It is now but a spark of starlight; if it is to become a prairie fire, the three of you must join hands. When I return, I do not wish to see anything I would not wish to see. What I mean, Nascent Soul cultivators such as yourselves who have weathered the trials of life and death should understand!"
"Master..." Xiong Yi, Lan Dianzi, and Li Xiang hurriedly knelt. "This disciple is willing to swear a blood oath to remain loyal