Qu Hanming's mouth fell open as they returned to the original topic—the first time he had thought Sikong Jing was far too arrogant.
Yet now, it no longer seemed arrogant in the slightest.
Closing his eyes deeply, Qu Hanming finally replied with some humiliation, "Of course. We'll listen to... Young Master Sikong."
In an instant, he had changed the form of address.
Having said that, he was about to swallow the poison in the bottle, but Sikong Jing stopped him again. "Leave some for your disciples."
At those words, the corners of Xu He's and Old Ghost Cold Soul's mouths twitched wildly as they, too, shut their eyes tight.
At last, Qu Hanming nodded again. Under Sikong Jing's watch, he swallowed the poison from the bottle. The others followed one after another, and even Old Ghost Cold Soul no longer dared let out half a fart.
Once it was settled, Qu Hanming seemed to lose all strength and had to be supported by Xu He. From this moment onward, Sikong Jing had him completely in his grasp.
And his fate was about to be utterly changed. Naturally, his mind was in a daze.
At last, he looked eagerly at Sikong Jing again, afraid that Sikong Jing might suddenly change his mind and refuse to give him those two items.
But Sikong Jing merely smiled. "Drip your blood onto them, and then you can begin learning what's inside. Of course, no one other than you can open them."
"If anyone else tries to pry into them, they'll instantly shatter into powder, leaving not even dregs behind."
Hearing this, Qu Hanming finally let out a long breath and hurriedly did as Sikong Jing said.
As for Sikong Jing saying that no one else could pry into them—
That was, of course, a