"Ah? Why was that?" Xiao Hua was greatly taken aback. He had always acted with extreme caution; even when he did good deeds, he dared not leave his name behind, all to avoid drawing the Immortal Palace's attention. Even now, after the Immortal Palace had already flattened Black Wind Ridge, he still wished to conceal his cultivation. Yet unexpectedly, Zhu Cheng was urging him to display his abilities to the fullest, with no need for concealment! Still, Zhu Cheng was a descendant of Master Zhu and the head of a Confucian cultivator family. His horizons were surely broader than those of ordinary people. Since he said this, there had to be some reason behind it, and Xiao Hua was eager to hear it.
"Hehe..." Zhu Cheng laughed. "Benefactor, please wait a moment. Once I have dispatched the people handling disaster relief, I shall explain it to you in detail!"
"Mm!" Xiao Hua nodded. "Also, you need not go to Wuyuan County. Send someone else. This Xiao has another important matter to attend to with you!"
"Very well, I understand!" Zhu Cheng had no objection whatsoever to Xiao Hua's arrangements. After dispatching everyone with the grain, he smiled again. "Does Benefactor have some important matter?"
"Does your Zhu family have a genealogy?" Xiao Hua asked.
"Of course!" Zhu Cheng nodded. "Every prominent family has a genealogy! Though my Zhu family has declined, our genealogy has never been lost."
"Good. Go fetch it, then follow this Xiao to find Zeng Jing and Xun Qing..." Xiao Hua urged.
Zhu Cheng was utterly baffled, like a monk standing ten feet tall and unable to touch his head, but he did not ask further. He flew into Zhu Family Manor. Before long, he returned carrying a vermilion booklet and respectfully handed it to Xiao Hua.