"Old Fat Head... He's actually still alive..." Master Wuji's lips trembled as he spoke.
The next moment, he suddenly looked up and asked sinisterly, "Then did you agree to them?"
What he meant was: had Sikong Jing agreed to become the new leader of their shattered organization?
Or rather, had he become a candidate for the new leader and joined the organization? This was immensely important to Master Wuji, because if Sikong Jing had agreed, then he was one of their own.
Otherwise, he was someone who had to be killed.
Sensing the faint killing intent emerging from Master Wuji, Sikong Jing remained expressionless as he said, "Of course I agreed."
The moment those five words fell, Master Wuji's killing intent vanished without a trace. Then he could not stop himself from laughing. His entire body shook with laughter, and tears nearly spilled from his eyes.
After a long while, his voice turned incomparably hoarse. "So I'm not alone. I'm not alone!"
As he laughed, tears streamed down his face.
When he had survived that great decisive battle decades ago, he had wandered the Central Plains in lonely desolation, like a walking corpse. Some time ago, he had heard that Boss Su had broken free from suppression.
Yet the moment he received that news, another piece of news immediately followed...
Boss Su had been killed again in the Bright Dragon Mountain Range of the Eastern Plains, and his heart had been savagely wounded once more.
The hope that had once burned within him was destroyed again. Decades of waiting and loneliness had nearly driven him mad, yet he still persisted in wanting to find one former companion, hoping they could comfort each other.
But for decades, he had found nothing.
Even though he had become a renowned Imperial Artifact master,