Fixing his gaze on the little demon bird, Sikong Jing's eyes flashed as he said, "Get on the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion with me. We're going to find Ye Wuzhi..."
Clearly, the little demon bird had already found Ye Wuzhi.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Without another word, the three of them leaped onto the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion's back and sped away in the direction indicated by the little demon bird.
By a river not far from the Heavenly Tyrant Branch, Ye Wuzhi and Su Zhenglong stared blankly at the ceaselessly flowing water. Both their eyes were bloodshot. Once again, their plea for help had failed.
The Arbiters of the Heavenly Tyrant Branch had driven them out. The inheritor of Ba Hun had no intention of helping them at all.
"Zhenglong, we were still too naive."
Ye Wuzhi felt ice-cold to the bone. He had not immediately returned to Willow Leaf Holy Manor, because at this moment, he felt there was nowhere left for him to go.
That terrifying sense of helplessness made his whole body feel as though it were falling apart, like a wandering soul.
Su Zhenglong clenched his fists tightly, tears streaming down his aged face. "Yuexi will die. She would never do anything to betray A-Jing. Even if she were forced into it, she truly wouldn't want to live."
"What am I supposed to do? If Yuexi dies, Xiaofang will go mad too."
"No, I have to return to Willow Leaf Holy Manor."
"Even if I have to kill myself, I absolutely cannot let anything happen to Yuexi. I have to force those bastards like Ye Wucan to give Yuexi back..."
With that, Su Zhenglong was about to rush back to Willow Leaf Holy Manor in a frenzy.
Yet Ye Wuzhi stopped him and said miserably, "You won't