Even now, the gap between Sikong Jing and Tyrant Fierce Venerable—both in status within the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce and in martial cultivation—remained enormous.
Yet Sikong Jing, that boy from the Eastern Plains back then, now stood completely and utterly before him.
To Tyrant Fierce Venerable, Sikong Jing had once merely been a little nobody Ju Dan had asked him to kill. He had never placed him in his eyes, even forgetting about him as soon as he heard of him. But now, he had no choice but to remember him—even to face him seriously.
No, in Tyrant Fierce Venerable's heart, Sikong Jing had already become someone who must die.
Just as the atmosphere froze solid, East Mist broke the silence. "Gong Ying, since I have decided to hand the position of Eastern Tyrant Grand Overlord Commander back to Duanmu Chun, I will not take it back. I must now deal with Sikong Jing's matter. Get up and listen from the side!"
Having said that, he ignored Gong Ying and Tyrant Fierce Venerable.
East Mist was even less likely to explain why Sikong Jing had appeared here, because he himself had no idea whatsoever.
Even now, the Heaven Deciders did not know exactly how Sikong Jing had escaped from the Demon Dream Witch's grasp. Nor did they wish to bring it up at all. Otherwise... would their intelligence network not truly be drawing wages for nothing?
Hearing East Mist's words, the people of the Yao Residence secretly admired Sikong Jing...
If not for his miraculous appearance and arrangements, Gong Ying's pitiful act might truly have worked just now.
At this moment, Gong Ying was still dumbfounded. Her heart brimmed with unwillingness, and she still wanted to say something...
But Tyrant Fierce Venerable had already withdrawn his gaze from Sikong