Weng Ting stood frozen on the spot, then slowly looked toward Zhang Duiyi and his sister. It was not that she distrusted A Xiang—it was simply too unbelievable.
Then she saw the Zhang siblings' solemn expressions as they nodded heavily. "Junior Sister Weng, we saw it with our own eyes."
Next, A Xie, A Xiang, and the Zhang siblings began recounting what had happened.
Naturally, this included everything that had happened to Sikong Jing since entering the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield...
As Weng Ting listened, she gradually became dumbstruck, then shocked, and finally utterly at a loss. Her mind was a complete blur, as though she were hearing some legendary tale that could never have happened.
The other members of the Elder Family were completely stunned as well. They simply could not believe it.
Especially the part about defeating two female disciples of the Thoughtless Sacred Sect—it felt like a dream...
As A Xie described all the dangers involved, Weng Ting and the others unconsciously clenched their fists. When they heard about Zhang Duiyin's eyes being taken by Thoughtless Sect's Er Yan, blood nearly rushed to their heads.
They were enraged by Er Yan's actions, yet also stirred and thrilled by Sikong Jing digging out Er Yan's eyes in return.
"Miss, what should we do now? How can we help Genius Sikong?" A Xie asked quietly at the end. They truly had no idea in which direction they should go to help Sikong Jing.
The entire place fell silent again. Sikong Jing's life and death were still unknown.
With two Emperor Martial Stage spirit shadows hunting him down, could there possibly be any path to survival?
After a long silence, Weng Ting's gaze suddenly hardened as she looked in a certain direction. "We'll advance this way. I believe Junior Brother Sikong is