This was the illusion mist she had set up herself.
It might not have been strong enough to stump even those at the Emperor Martial Stage, but any Spirit Martial Stage cultivator would surely be trapped inside, unable to find their bearings. Yet it had absolutely no effect on that brat Sikong...
"No. This old lady has to see that brat frantic with worry."
After pondering for a long while, the old crone still could not figure out how Sikong Jing had done it. She could only mutter to herself before vanishing in a flash once more.
Next, the old crone appeared in front of Sikong Jing again. After another round of arrangements, she disappeared. "This time, it's not merely illusion mist, but a truly terrifying illusion array. Let's see how you break this."
Having said that, the old crone concealed herself in the shadows again and stared expectantly in Sikong Jing's direction.
"You old bastard, you kept me anxious for decades on end. It's not too much for me to make your successor anxious for a while, is it?"
"More importantly, I want to see how this brat acts for the woman he loves. If he's a little bastard like you, then this old lady will destroy him."
It seemed that, in the old crone's eyes, Tie Ti'er was the woman Sikong Jing loved.
She had absolutely no idea that Sikong Jing and Tie Ti'er had only met a few times.
It was not really her fault. Tie Ti'er had ventured out alone to find someone and had been frantic with worry, so it was naturally easy to misunderstand. In any case, the old crone now waited for Sikong Jing's arrival...
Then, after only a dozen-odd breaths, Sikong Jing appeared within her sight.
Just as the old crone eagerly