Sikong Jing's applause was, in Fu Miaoling's eyes, naturally dripping with mockery.
To her, Sikong Jing was the Thousand Kings' envoy.
"It doesn't matter if you refuse. I'll kill myself, and my younger brother will do the same."
"We siblings are not afraid of death."
Her voice grew ever firmer, rolling flames blazing in her eyes as she stressed, "I will never become a pawn of the Thousand Prison Tower. From the moment my brother and I received the inheritance, we had already prepared ourselves to die."
Fu Miaoling had to be even more resolute now. Only then could she fight for more...
At last, Sikong Jing stopped applauding and looked at Fu Miaoling. "I am not... Hm, someone's here."
He had meant to say, "I am not the Thousand Kings' envoy," but immediately sensed the arrival of an incomparably powerful aura. He abruptly added, "A top-tier Emperor has come. It seems the Imperial weapons around us are no longer effective—we must put them away."
With that, Sikong Jing immediately collected all the Imperial weapons he had just set up.
Then he looked back at Fu Miaoling. "Play for me. I want to hear the Unstringed Ethereal Melody."
With a top-tier Emperor arriving, he could not continue talking to Fu Miaoling, or they would immediately be overheard.
Nor could he simply do nothing, so he had to make Fu Miaoling play.
Fu Miaoling froze at his words. After a brief hesitation, she still took out her unstringed white-jade zither and began to play.
Her heart was tangled. Of course, she knew that a powerhouse from the Holy Craftsman You Family had come to keep watch because they were uneasy.
And now, as long as she pointed out that the Black-Clothed Youth before her was the Thousand Kings' envoy, the Holy