That was right—Sikong Jing finally had the demon puppet put him down.
Since they had begun suspecting that he had some bloodline connection with Demon War, Sikong Jing naturally had to hurry down and clear things up. As for his contact with Gods and Devils Island's secrets, absolutely no one could be allowed to find out.
Facing everyone's gazes, Sikong Jing casually brushed it off. "I think I passed out. What are you all doing?"
At his words, the corners of their mouths twitched wildly. Elder Chai Gong in particular dearly wanted to say...
If you passed out, then you passed out—but how the hell did you pass out so silently, without letting out the slightest trace of aura?
This old man nearly thought he had finally gotten his hands on Gods and Devils Island's ultimate secret.
The thought left Chai Gong thoroughly displeased. "Little demon, your luck is truly good. Now get the hell out of the prison."
The Grand Sect Master's order had been clear: if they found the Black Scale demon alive, they were to immediately treat his injuries, then throw him outside the prison. There was no need for a second spatial transmission.
What happened to Junior Brother Bian had been purely an accident. There could not possibly be a next time...
Gods and Devils Island was under Cangyu Sect's absolute control.
As long as the Black Scale demon left the prison, the outer sect elders outside could naturally bring him safely back to Cangyu Sect. Spatial transmissions consumed no small amount of resources, so naturally Cangyu Sect had no desire to pay that cost again so soon.
Even Pei Kuang's three summons of Ba Zhun had been paid for by Cangyu Sect.
And now, the Black Scale demon did not seem seriously injured, so naturally