But the old woman ultimately said nothing more. After all, Weng Ting still bore the title of a genius of the Eastern Tyrant Branch.
At the same time, Chang E seemed to have caught the implication behind their exchange and asked curiously, "Weng Ting, how is the Weng Patriarch doing? He isn't already dead, is he?"
At those words, everyone in the hall focused their eyes on Weng Ting.
Everyone present had heard about what happened that night. Weng Yinke had been struck by the terrifying power of the old monster from the Thoughtless Sacred Sect. They had also heard that some brat from the Eastern Tyrant Branch claimed he could resolve it, but no one really believed it.
Weng Ting slightly revealed her face beneath the veiled hat and replied slowly, "There is no need for Mountain Lord Chang to concern himself."
Her words made everyone understand, their fists subtly clenching.
Weng Yinke was probably truly dead. Otherwise, the Elder Family would never have sent only these little youngsters here. Their elders likely feared that if they came, the old monster would kill them.
These youngsters, however, had nothing to fear. No matter how terrifyingly demonic the old monster was, she could not possibly lay hands on children.
At once, countless thoughts churned through everyone's minds...
If Weng Yinke was truly dead, perhaps they could seize some of the Elder Family's territory.
The next instant, another mocking laugh rang out. "I knew that little bastard couldn't possibly resolve the power inside Weng Yinke."
The speaker was naturally Pei Fenyi, and the little bastard she referred to was naturally Sikong Jing.
Yet Sikong Jing merely smiled indifferently beneath his veiled hat.
There was no need for him to explain anything. By now, Sikong Jing's gaze had long since settled on