Sikong Jing's final words made Fu Miaoling stop trembling all over and snap her head up. He would save even her younger brother?
"I really have to go. The next time we meet should be at the Thousand Kings Holy Tower. You're a smart person, so you should understand what I mean. Before heading to the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, do your best to preserve the lives of the Fu Clan."
"Of course, you must also remember this."
"Our conversation today absolutely cannot reach the ears of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower. Otherwise, people like you and your brother will all die."
After saying that, Sikong Jing raised his head toward Holy Artisan Mountain, then vanished from where he stood in the blink of an eye.
Then space seemed to warp slightly, and he reappeared in the distance. Sikong Jing had used the power of spatial folding on himself. Finally, with a splash, he plunged into the lake.
He had completely vanished before Fu Miaoling's eyes.
Boom, boom, boom...
Just as Sikong Jing entered the water, waves of terrifying power descended upon the island from above. They were the experts of Holy Artisan Mountain, led by its Mountain Lord, You Dan.
They stood suspended in the air, staring fixedly at the blood-river scene on the island.
Then You Dan flung out his spirit-shadow power and shouted, "Sikong Devil just went into the lake. Seal off all of Ripple Lake and search for him!"
At the command, all the Holy Artisan Mountain experts lunged out, frantically searching the entirety of Ripple Lake.
Naturally, no one paid attention to Fu Miaoling, who stood rooted to the spot. Her mind was a chaotic roar.
"Sikong Jing already knew that my brother had been locked inside the Thousand Prison Tower. He knew even earlier