As he spoke, Mo Jianli wore an excited expression. Tugging Xiao Hua by the sleeve, he walked over to the Confucian scholars where he had been standing earlier and called out somewhat loudly, "Fellow Immortals, allow Mister Mo to introduce someone. This is a Daoist sect friend whom Mister Mo met three hundred years ago in Changsheng Town! His name is Xiao Hua. He is a cultivator who carries the common people in his heart. Back then, Mister Mo joined hands with him to fight the aquatic tribe of the Liao River."
"Ah, I remember now! Brother Mo, this is that Daoist sect cultivator you mentioned, the one with boundless strength, isn't he?" A rather burly martial cultivator showed a look of realization and hurriedly cupped his hands in salute. "I am Pu Qing. Greetings, Fellow Immortal Xiao!"
"You flatter me, you flatter me..." Xiao Hua returned the salute with a smile. "Xiao Hua greets you all!"
Afterward, several Confucian cultivators standing near Mo Jianli politely greeted Xiao Hua. Though they were nowhere near as friendly as Pu Qing, they were at least civil on the surface. When it came to a pale, beardless Confucian cultivator with an arrogant expression, Mo Jianli's face visibly stiffened, revealing a trace of discomfort. Still, after only a slight hesitation, he smiled and said to Xiao Hua, "Fellow Immortal Xiao, this is Gongshu Minghu of the Gongshu family. Though he is not yet two thousand years old, he is already a fifth-grade Yuan force grandmaster, one of the few experts among us."
Though Mo Jianli's words held no deliberate flattery, they still sounded somewhat complimentary. Xiao Hua did not understand why, but he kept smiling and was about to speak. At that moment, Mo Jianli said to Gongshu Minghu, "Senior Gongshu, this is my