Just as the entire crowd stood dumbfounded, Weng Yinke's aged voice rang out. "I understand now. Many thanks for your guidance, genius Sikong."
The instant his voice sounded, Weng Ting, whose face had been streaked with tears, could not help covering her mouth. Not only was Sikong Jing alive, her grandfather was alive too... and Grandfather's voice was so clear.
At that moment, Weng Yindu cried out madly again, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Bang!
Yet the only response was the sound of the door exploding. The door before their eyes shattered apart, revealing the scene inside the house. Sikong Jing and Weng Yinke were sitting cross-legged facing each other...
Sikong Jing was clad entirely in black, with not a trace of frost left on his body.
Weng Yinke, meanwhile, was still covered in dense frost. But before anyone could react, he suddenly rose with the frost still clinging to him and walked out through the doorway step by step. With every step he took, the frost over his body and beneath his feet shattered continuously.
The moment he stepped out of the door, all the frost vanished completely.
"Grandfather..."
Weng Ting could not help rushing over. The Second Elder and the others also charged forward, shouting, "Family Head!"
After gently embracing Weng Ting, Weng Yinke spoke to soothe the members of the Elder Family around him. But after only a few words, he abruptly looked toward Weng Yindu in the distance, whose face was green with resentment.
"Weng Yindu, do you truly wish for me to die that badly?"
The icy question struck Weng Yindu head-on.
After his expression stiffened, the latter forced a smile and said, "Family Head, what are you saying? How could I possibly wish for you..."
Boom!
Before he could finish, Weng Yinke suddenly erupted with terrifying