Even if the Hidden Star Gate did not involve itself in conflicts, it could not possibly remain completely ignorant of the situation and changes across the Central Plains.
As long as one had kept up with recent events, it was impossible to avoid the five words "Sikong Little Devil." Over the past year, they had rung out far too loudly—especially the battle at the Thousand Kings Golden Light Tower a few months ago!
They had fought all the way to the lair of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, overlord of the Central Plains. Naturally, the whole world knew of it.
Sikong Jing smiled faintly at that, unconcerned by the words "Little Devil," and answered directly, "That would be me."
After staring hard at Sikong Jing for several moments, one of them quickly said, "Please wait."
A message bird flew from his hand into the eerie dense forest.
Sikong Little Devil had arrived without warning. They dared not fail to report it, much less show the slightest negligence. They were even tense to the extreme.
Not long after... buzz, buzz, buzz.
A faint ripple of aura spread through the entire Hidden Star Gate. Then, after another full quarter-hour, a gale suddenly rose from the heart of the dense forest, and a party of more than ten people drifted out from within.
At their head stood, unmistakably, an elderly man!
Starlight flickered all over his body, and he radiated the powerful aura of the Saint Martial Stage.
Sikong Jing looked at him at once. From his aura alone, he could tell that this had to be the master of the Hidden Star Gate, Shu Guangye.
Though this man rarely showed himself, no one in the Central Plains dared underestimate him...
The Central Plains had always loved making rankings of experts and the