"Hm?" It was exactly the same voice Xiao Hua had heard at Ao Moyun's place. Yet the instant it arose, it vanished along with the divine sense and dragon might, as though none of it had ever happened! Lightning surged from Xiao Hua and struck the pavilion, utterly destroying its roof and revealing the multicolored clouds beyond.
"This... this..." The Confucian cultivators found it unbelievable. This life-or-death crisis had come too suddenly and departed even more abruptly. Though they were powerful, they had only just gathered their true qi when the murderous culprit had already vanished with the wind. They could scarcely believe their own eyes.
Roar... Likewise, no sooner had the culprit departed than the Dragon Envoy's furious roar rang out again, only for it to gradually fade away like rolling thunder in the distance...
Only after another half the time it took to drink a cup of tea did Ao Zhantian dare to ask tremulously, "True Person, was there... just now... a senior member of the Dragon Clan?"
"Yes." Xiao Hua withdrew the Formless Nascent Soul, suppressing the astonishment in his heart as he answered calmly.
Ao Xun also asked, "Since... he has left, does that mean... we were not the ones he intended to kill?"
"That should be the case." Xiao Hua turned to look at the Confucian cultivators, then stepped toward the quiet chamber.
"So... we no longer need to fear being killed by him?" Like a young scholar asking his instructor a question, Ao Moran timidly asked again.
Xiao Hua gave the same answer. "You should not need to fear it anymore. But none of you should leave this place. Stay here. Since he came once, I presume he will not return again. Zhantian has some spiritual fruits and spiritual wine there for you to