"Hm?"
Master Wuji's sudden, terrifying gaze made Wen Luo's entire body tense and turn cold.
She hurriedly said, "Master Wuji, Junior Brother Sikong merely wanted to remind you not to offend the eighth-grade battle body genius of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower. Nothing else happened."
Wen Luo then quickly recounted in detail how they had encountered the man in the golden robe.
She emphasized again, "Besides, Junior Brother Sikong was only guessing. That person might not necessarily be from the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, and the so-called eighth-grade battle body is only Junior Brother Sikong's intuition."
Even now, Wen Luo still greatly doubted whether Sikong Jing's intuition was truly accurate. She felt he had been far too rash.
When Wen Luo finished speaking, Master Wuji's eyes gradually returned to calm. A kindly smile appeared once more on his wrinkled face as he replied, "Little Brother Sikong's intuition is certainly accurate."
Sikong Jing was the young master, someone capable of cultivating the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Diagram, someone who could instantly carve the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow's meridians into place.
Master Wuji believed without the slightest doubt that Sikong Jing's intuition was the answer...
Wen Luo froze. Master Wuji trusted Junior Brother Sikong's intuition so much? Why?
"As for whether he is a genius from the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, we'll know once we test him."
Master Wuji naturally did not answer. Instead, his clouded eyes suddenly opened wide again, deep and vast once more.
As Wen Luo began to feel frightened again, Master Wuji suddenly ordered, "Xiao Liang, send people to look around. See whether the person Miss Wen Luo described is approaching our castle."
The moment he said this, Xiao Liang's childish voice came from the shadows. "Yes, Grandpa Wuji."
Following Xiao Liang's response, Wen Luo felt an oddly uncomfortable sensation