Xiao Hua had originally planned to leave and head straight for the Wumeng Mountain Range to search for the transmission tunnel. But since the newcomer was very likely Bai Fei, how could he possibly let him go? After a brief hesitation, he nodded. "Very well. This old man shall listen a little longer and see how you intend to persuade this Fellow Daoist Bai!"
"I am Bai Fei. How should I address you, Fellow Daoist?" The cultivator whose identity as Bai Fei had not yet been confirmed raised his brows. Apparently unwilling to suffer even the slightest loss, he asked this question—and exposed his identity in one stroke.
"I am True Person Xiao!" Xiao Hua smiled faintly and cupped his hands. "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Bai!"
"Ah? True Person Xiao?" The cultivator surnamed Bai was startled, just as shocked as Xiao Hua. He stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on Xiao Hua as he examined him from head to toe. Strange colored light even flickered within those ink-black eyes. In particular, a faint yet rather eerie spiritual sense emerged from him and fell upon Xiao Hua!
Xiao Hua was slightly taken aback and asked curiously, "What is it, Fellow Daoist Bai? Could it be that you have seen this poor Daoist before? Ah, no wonder. Just now, this poor Daoist also found you somewhat familiar, as though I had seen you somewhere before. Where does Fellow Daoist Bai come from?"
"Where does True Person Xiao come from?" Bai Fei nodded as well. "Bai indeed knows a True Person Xiao, but his appearance differs from yours, Fellow Daoist. Moreover... his cultivation should not be as high as yours!"
"Damn it, who shares this poor Daoist's Daoist title?" Xiao Hua laughed and cursed. "This poor Daoist thought this title was one