Listening to Leng Sha, Old Xin asked in confusion, "Little Leng, your master means we should conceal the news that he's safe and sound?"
"That's right. Everyone must believe that my master has already died in the Willow Leaf Sacred Tomb."
Right afterward, Leng Sha slowly relayed the contents of the message Sikong Jing had sent him.
In the letter, Sikong Jing had also explained in detail about the Saint Martial Stage expert of the Qianyuan Holy Demon Hall, the Nine-Grade Battle Body of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, and of course, the important events that had taken place in the Willow Leaf Sacred Tomb.
The general gist was all about the Qianyuan Holy Demon Hall's and Sikong Jing's plans, and so on.
Leng Chan and Old Xin were left dumbstruck as they listened, the events that had previously unfolded in the Willow Leaf Sacred Tomb instantly playing out in their minds.
Sikong Jing had encountered the Thousand Kings Young Master, then defeated him...
Then, to prevent the matter of the Qianyuan Holy Demon Hall being controlled by the Thousand Kings from being exposed, the other side had sent a Saint Martial Stage expert to blast apart the sacred tomb. In the end, Sikong Jing had used the tomb to pull off a golden cicada shedding its shell, faking his death and escaping.
After sorting through his thoughts, Old Xin could not help but twitch his lips and say, "Is that something a normal person could pull off?"
It was fucking inconceivable...
To survive under those circumstances and make the Thousand Kings Holy Tower believe he was dead—Sikong Jing was simply a monster.
Leng Sha merely chuckled. "My master has always been a monster. He will first head to the Reverse Blade Sect to discuss the battle against the Qianyuan