Bai Xiaojin's voice rang out loudly...
But the old man in ice-blue robes before them merely watched with a calm smile.
Sikong Jing did not move. Instead, he immediately pretended to have calmed down and said, "Xiaojin, stop shouting. The instant we entered, we were already trapped in a formation. No one will hear us."
Hearing this, Bai Xiaojin indeed stopped. Then, with a bang, she swung her hammer at the door behind her.
Yet... Bang!
Bai Xiaojin's hammer was instantly thrown back by an invisible force, and her expression changed drastically.
They truly had fallen into a formation barrier.
At that moment, the old man in ice-blue robes sitting in Sikong Jing's seat let out a sinister chuckle. "Worthy of being the inheritor of the Overlord Soul. Worthy of being this so-called Sacred Body. When trouble comes, you truly are calm enough..."
"Unfortunately, you have no way to call for help now. Sit down in peace. Let us have a proper talk."
As he spoke, the old man turned from guest to host and pointed at the stool used for receiving visitors before him, telling Sikong Jing to sit...
At the same time, an exaggeratedly smug smile had already spread across his face.
He was, of course, the Cold Dragon Patriarch. Just as he had told his disciple three days ago, on the eve of Sikong Jing's three-day appointment at Willow Leaf Holy Manor, he would come and take what he wanted.
Thus, he had secretly infiltrated Sikong Jing's office.
When he had failed to find Sikong Jing immediately, he set up the formation and captured Ren You inside the office.
He lay in wait here, and after waiting for so long, the rabbit had finally leaped into the pit.
Sikong Jing stood quietly behind the door for a