At the very beginning...
Cang Lang said that after Sikong Jing's spirit shadow was swallowed into Zhan Hu's Spirit Platform sea of consciousness, the latter had only a ten percent chance of winning. Later, when Sikong Jing began using the ferocious beast meridians as memory encryption, he said there was a twenty percent chance.
And now, with Cang Lang in such chaos, Sikong Jing delivered another heavy taunt and raised it to a thirty percent chance.
At that moment, Cang Lang's spirit shadow was like frost blanketing the ground as he stared fixedly at Sikong Jing's humanoid spirit shadow.
Suddenly, he said in a sinister, terrifying voice, "No, you don't even have a ten percent chance now. That Chai Jiu can already enter."
The moment those words came out, Sikong Jing's humanoid spirit shadow abruptly raised its head.
But he immediately calmed down. This was something he had expected; nearly a quarter of an hour had already passed.
Sure enough, as Cang Lang's voice fell...
Chai Jiu's spirit shadow suddenly appeared within Zhan Hu's Spirit Platform sea of consciousness. Naturally, Cang Lang had drawn him inside.
The instant he entered, he saw Cang Lang and Sikong Jing as they were, and a faint question mark seemed to pop up over his head.
Previously, Chai Jiu had been meditating as he received the Cang Vein inheritance, completely unaware of what was happening around him.
But Chai Ren would tell him.
After Chai Jiu awoke, Chai Ren told him everything. He was incomparably shocked that the little Black Scale demon man possessed the inheritance of the master of all three veins, and only then did he realize he had been deceived before.
Only then did he learn that the little Black Scale demon man was even more terrifying than he had imagined.