Murong Junpeng looked around, activated the paperweight, and opened the hall. Looking at Xiao Hua, he smiled. "If Nephew Xiao does not mind, why not stay with us? This old man may have some matters to discuss with you."
Xiao Hua hurriedly waved his hand. "Although Senior Murong asked me to protect Miss Murong, now that you are here, how could there be any need for me to act? I can simply have the Chu Family set up a small pavilion nearby. Should you have any orders, Senior, you may inform me at any time."
"Mm..." Murong Junpeng did not press the matter. He glanced at Murong Congyun, then urged his figure into the hall. Murong Congyun gave Xiao Hua a sweet smile and flew in as well.
Xiao Hua then summoned two Chu Family disciples and had them set up another small pavilion. He flew inside himself. It was an exquisitely crafted little building, no different from ordinary pavilions at first glance. Yet dusky clouds glimmered faintly throughout it, while inscriptions flickered in and out of sight.
Xiao Hua sat within the main hall and looked around. Finding nothing unusual, he nevertheless cautiously sent out jade talismans and laid down a simple formation. Then he sat in a chair, furrowing his brow in thought.
"Master..." After a while, Fu Zhiwen, who had been standing respectfully nearby, said softly, "Do you truly intend to seek the Murong family's protection? If not... you should make it clear as soon as possible. Otherwise, there will be endless future troubles."
Fu Zhiwen knew that his master's cultivation was heaven-reaching and unfathomable, but Xiao Hua was at times not particularly familiar with the rigid rules of Cangxian Continent. That was why he offered this quiet reminder.
Xiao Hua smiled bitterly upon hearing this. "Do