During Sikong Jing's great battle against the Thousand Kings' five powerhouses...
High above the border between Chaos District Seven and Chaos District Eight, two Divine Shuttle Ships slowly drew close to each other.
A low voice rose from one of the Divine Shuttle Ships. "Family Head Yang, you truly saw everything coming. No wonder you're someone capable of killing Pei Feishan. Sikong Jing really is still between Chaos District Eight and Chaos District Seven."
The Family Head Yang he spoke of was, naturally, Yang Zhi.
Yang Zhi stood aboard the other Divine Shuttle Ship. He had temporarily parted ways with Gong Ying and the others, bringing only the people of the Yang Residence here.
The one speaking now was the head of a local force from Shaking One District, surnamed He.
He and Yang Zhi had some friendship between them!
Hearing this, Yang Zhi chuckled and replied, "Family Head He, you flatter me. I was merely making a blind guess... I just felt that the little bastard Sikong couldn't possibly charge ahead so quickly to clash with the experts of the major factions. He would definitely be left at the rear."
It truly had been a blind guess, yet Yang Zhi's face was full of smug satisfaction—because he had guessed right.
With another chuckle, Family Head He loudly praised him again. "Family Head Yang is too modest. You even guessed that the little bastard Sikong would definitely make his move around Chaos District Seven and battle the Thousand Kings Holy Tower's pursuers."
"How did Family Head Yang guess that as well?"
Family Head He truly could not make sense of it...
After Sikong Jing fired his arrows yesterday, he had completely vanished. No one had been able to find him, and the Thousand Kings Holy Tower's pursuers had been chasing