The instant the three disappeared into the cave entrance, the two stewards immediately shut down the barrier as well...
They looked at Duanmu Chun, and the first steward asked, "You're not their elder, are you? Are you trying to get them killed?"
Now that they thought about it, Duanmu Chun had probably spun some demonic tale to trick those three young people into entering the cave to their deaths.
Yet Duanmu Chun merely said calmly, "Wait and see."
Naturally, he was nervous as well. But when he recalled how Sikong Jing had even tamed Yin Henzi's Eternal Night Demon Wolf mount, along with all his earlier miraculous displays, his anxiety turned into anticipation.
Sikong Jing possessed the Tyrant Soul Inheritance. Many actions that others saw as courting death were things he undertook with absolute confidence.
I just don't know why he brought Bai Xiaojin and Leng Sha in with him, Duanmu Chun thought to himself.
But he quickly understood. It was likely truly a test for them—if they did not dare, Sikong Jing would simply cast them aside.
Taking a deep breath, Duanmu Chun waited quietly.
Inside the incomparably dim mountain cave, Sikong Jing walked at the very front, step by step.
Whoosh...
Suddenly, a gust carrying terrifying cold swept toward them.
Bai Xiaojin and Leng Sha immediately shuddered violently. In that instant, they caught the scent of an incomparably frigid demon beast aura in the wind.
This was absolutely no ordinary wind. It was the breathing of the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion.
Its breath alone could chill them to the bone, stirring an urge to turn around and flee.
And as they continued to draw closer, the chill borne by the wind grew ever more terrifying.
At that moment, Leng Sha could not help trembling as he said, "Master,