Now, Old Ghost Cold Soul still wanted to make one final struggle.
If Sikong Jing answered that his master was Yin Henzi, then he would not be an ordinary disciple.
Northern Abyss Cold Mountain would still have an excuse to erupt and kill.
Yet Sikong Jing slowly sheathed his saber and calmly asked in return, "Of course I'm an ordinary disciple. If I had a battle physique, even a first-grade one, do you think I would have fallen so low as to become a mere dispatched disciple in Ten Thousand Ice City?"
Those words immediately made Old Ghost Cold Soul and the others somewhat believe him.
With his terrifying combat strength, even the weakest first-grade battle physique would undoubtedly receive the Thoughtless Sacred Sect's attention.
"My master naturally cannot be Yin Henzi. I have no master."
"I am merely an ordinary menial disciple of Everlasting Love Venerable's line, and I have only just joined the Mindless Fox Sect."
As those final words fell, Ren You and the other women trembled faintly all over, staring at Sikong Jing in disbelief once more.
Was that true? He was actually a lowly menial disciple from Everlasting Love Venerable's line?
Then why was Yin Henzi so intent on killing him?
Right—last time, they had heard that Yin Henzi had viciously cheated Everlasting Love Venerable, and had even severed the arm of one of Everlasting Love Venerable's disciples.
The relationship between the two seemed utterly incompatible, like fire and water.
While Ren You and the others' thoughts ran wild, Old Ghost Cold Soul believed Sikong Jing's words. After all, his Fox Blade saber art was real, and so was the fact that he did not possess a battle physique.
In the end, Old Ghost Cold Soul had no way to struggle any further. He could