"How come this person acts like an emperor?"
"It's as if having his shoulder patted by him is some immense honor, and dodging it is a capital crime."
Wen Luo bitterly added two more remarks. The killing intent from the guards behind the golden-robed young man had been utterly real—merely because Junior Brother Sikong had avoided that man's hand.
All at once, Sikong Jing's brows relaxed. "At least an eighth-grade battle body. Of course he stands above everyone like an emperor."
The moment those words fell, Wen Luo, still fuming, froze outright.
Her eyes slowly widened, and then she instinctively wanted to turn back for another look at the golden-robed young man...
An eighth-grade battle body—she had never encountered one before.
Even the current Thoughtless Sacred Sect had no genius disciple with such a terrifying battle body.
"Senior Sister Wen Luo, don't look!"
Seeing this, Sikong Jing immediately stopped Wen Luo's emotional reaction. In a voice as still as an ancient well, he said, "This person may be connected to the major event in Ten Thousand Ice City. We only need to remember what he looks like."
With that, Sikong Jing strode heavily onward, advancing without the slightest ripple of emotion.
Wen Luo was, after all, a core disciple of the Everlasting Love Lineage. The will of Supreme Forgetting Emotion instantly calmed her down as well.
Following Sikong Jing's instructions, she did not turn back and hurried after him. Only after the golden-robed young man and his group had completely vanished behind them did she ask quietly, "Junior Brother Sikong, was that man really an eighth-grade battle body?"
She was simply too curious, too astonished.
Sikong Jing's gaze did not change as he replied, "At least eighth-grade. Perhaps even ninth-grade."
Wen Luo's mouth fell open, disbelief written all over her