The female cultivator also fell silent. She swiftly looked Xiao Hua up and down, then said, "Junior Brother Liu is right. This cultivator appears to have no cultivation, but his body bears scars, and his muscles are solid—far stronger than those of ordinary cultivators. He even broke the formation that you could not..."
"No, I don't believe it!" Another cultivator still shook his head. "How could a powerful cultivator come to such a remote place?"
Liu Qingyu seemed disappointed that iron had failed to become steel. He said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Zhang, if there were no powerful cultivators, then who set up this formation?"
"I say, everyone, could you give me some clothes to wear?" Xiao Hua listened for a moment with a mix of laughter and tears. His eyes had already adjusted to the sunlight. Looking at Liu Qingyu, he asked, "The weather is quite cold. Aren't you ashamed to stand there judging me from head to toe while leaving me **** in the cold wind?"
Liu Qingyu was a tall, thin cultivator dressed in garments similar to those of a Confucian cultivator, looking quite refined.
"My apologies, my apologies..." Though he could not make sense of Xiao Hua's origins, Liu Qingyu still smiled. As he spoke, he brushed the ring on the thumb of his left hand with his right hand and took out several garments. He was about to toss them over, but at the instant the clothes left his hand, Liu Qingyu hesitated. Yet he hesitated for only a moment. He did not infuse the garments with mana, allowing them to be easily thrown into Xiao Hua's hands.
"Oh?" Xiao Hua accepted the clothes, and goodwill toward Liu Qingyu immediately welled up within him. He did not mind Liu Qingyu testing him a