Sikong Jing narrowed his eyes and looked over, only to see a light barrier rising in the center of the venue, where two people were engaged in a frenzied clash.
Both were Spirit Battle Realm experts at the Spirit Martial Stage.
One of them was Lu Shan of Northern Abyss Cold Mountain, whom Sikong Jing had seen before. The other was a disciple from some unknown sect.
With just one glance, Sikong Jing lost interest.
His gaze swept wildly about before finally freezing upon a cold aura at one side of the very center of the banquet.
It was the signature aura of the Thoughtless Sacred Sect. The female disciples of the Thoughtless Sacred Sect were seated there, with wine and dishes before them, each watching the battle within the light barrier with expressionless faces.
Because of the unique nature of the Supreme Emotionless Art, they stood out particularly sharply amid the banquet.
Yet one young girl among them was not sitting upright. Instead, she stood behind the leading woman.
The girl had only one arm.
Even so, her slender jade fingers rested upon the leading woman's shoulder as she humbly massaged it for her.
That girl was, of course, Sikong Jing's younger sister, Sikong Ling.
Just as Wen Luo had said, Sikong Ling was serving the female disciples of the Thoughtless Sacred Sect like a lowly little maid. As for the leading woman being served, Sikong Jing did not need to ask who she was...
She was Bi Xian, the strongest core disciple brought to Ten Thousand Ice City by the Thoughtless Sacred Sect this time.
Thump, thump, thump...
At the very first sight of his sister, Sikong Jing's Beast Heart began pounding uncontrollably.
This was no longer killing intent brewing within him. In that instant, he felt the