For scapegoats like Chu Yang, Xiao Hua had never made things difficult. Smiling, he cupped his hands in salute. "Xiao Hua greets Steward Chu."
Although Xiao Hua's manners were impeccable, Chu Yang remained unmoved. With a slight lift of his hand, he said, "Come with this old man..."
Seeing Chu Yang act this way, Xiao Hua frowned and said mildly, "Where does Steward Chu intend to take this old man?"
Chu Yang glanced at Xiao Hua, still looking indifferent. Turning to Chu Jing, he said, "Chu Jing, explain our Chu Family's arrangements to True Person Xiao."
"Yes, Patriarch!" Chu Jing answered, then explained to Xiao Hua, "Let True Person Xiao know that there have truly been many cultivators arriving at the Divine Demon Blood Swamp lately. Our Chu Family does not have many disciples assigned to receive guests. For seniors personally invited by Chu Family disciples, our Chu Family has special places prepared for their reception. As for seniors without tokens, our Chu Family also has places to accommodate them, though the conditions may be somewhat poorer!"
Seeing that Chu Jing did not quite dare to say it, Chu Yang glared at him and spoke himself. "There are many cultivators coming to the Divine Demon Blood Swamp—Confucian cultivators, Buddhist disciples, and Daoist cultivators. To avoid stirring up any disputes, our Chu Family has also arranged the Buddhist sect disciples and Daoist sect cultivators without tokens elsewhere..."
Hearing this, Xiao Hua felt somewhat displeased. Although his nature was serene and he did not seek fame or fortune, neither did he wish to be fobbed off like this. He had not wanted to come to the Divine Demon Blood Swamp to join in the excitement to begin with. Only after hearing Song Zixiong and Zhu Cheng's words had he felt they made