At Sikong Jing's words, Sikong Luomiao was left speechless.
They were not afraid of the death formation's bombardment, so there was absolutely no need to reconstruct the Blood Demon Grand Formation. They had no need to make use of them at all; they could leave whenever they wished.
Could it be that Black Scale truly wanted to help him sincerely?
As Sikong Luomiao's expression kept shifting...
Another old man stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Young master, can you still take us out of here?"
Every old man, every person, stared at Sikong Jing with incomparable tension.
They feared he would say... there was nothing he could do!
They were afraid—afraid of ending up like the Sikong Couple more than a decade ago, when a single "there was nothing I could do" had plunged them into despair. This time, being unable to do anything meant death; it meant being slaughtered clean by the death formation.
Sikong Jing did not answer. Instead, his gaze slowly moved, finally settling on Sikong Xinyu.
"Xinyu, come here for a moment."
Hearing that, Sikong Xinyu did not hesitate. She swiftly ran to Sikong Jing's side.
At that moment... thud!
It was as if Sikong Luomiao had suddenly figured something out. He abruptly dropped to his knees, his old eyes red as he said, "If it can't be done, then take Xinyu and leave. Take the children here with you. Take as many as you can."
It was just like the scene from more than a decade ago, when he had knelt and begged Sikong Ding and Ling Xiaotian.
Now, he suddenly knelt before Sikong Jing, begging him to take his great-granddaughter away. Then he heavily kowtowed again. "Brother Black Scale, I shouldn't have doubted you. So long as you take Xinyu away, I'm