While Sikong Jing was making his silent judgments...
A proud-looking Saint Martial young man asked, "My lord, may I ask..."
Before he could finish, the middle-aged war general cut him off and sternly said, "Don't ask what you shouldn't. Once you go in, you'll naturally understand. Of course, you may also choose not to accept the mission and leave immediately."
The proud Saint Martial young man was rebuked, and his face instantly flushed crimson, yet he did not dare utter a single word.
Naturally, he had no intention of leaving either. He could not afford to miss such an opportunity to make contact with a great figure of the Seal Sovereign Empire.
The middle-aged war general waited for roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn. Once he saw that no one else was coming out, he said flatly, "Move!"
With a casual sweep of his hand, he carried everyone toward Cangyu Island.
Sikong Jing noticed that large groups had also arrived from the other directions, each led by a Seal Sovereign war general.
They had likewise gathered the young people from their respective directions.
"These war generals are all at the Divine Martial Stage. And the great figure Grandpa Ba Hun offended must be at least at the peak of the Divine Martial Stage, perhaps even beyond it. Otherwise, he could not have sent Chai Jiu flying with a single slap."
The current Chai Jiu was no longer the Chai Jiu of old.
Sikong Jing continued his silent assessment. "This great figure of the Seal Sovereign Empire likely holds a position beyond imagination."
Although the middle-aged war general's realm appeared terrifying, judging from his attire and bearing, he was probably no more than a guard.
In any case, he would understand soon enough...
And so, Sikong Jing