Because Sikong Jing had made him lose face, Lian Zhidiao had come to resent Bao Jiusu and the others as well.
After dropping that threat, Lian Zhidiao hurriedly turned back to the surrounding crowd and said, "It's not that I refuse to name the Six-Seal Divine General. It's simply that I cannot speak her honored name—this is a matter of respect."
Naturally, Lian Zhidiao had begun fooling the others again.
Yet after many people came to their senses, they merely laughed it off. They were no longer as enthusiastic as before.
Their thoughts were simple: it was true that you, Lian Zhidiao, were the young island master of a six-leaf sect, but we were not all that afraid of you.
What we feared was only the possibility that you had some close connection with the Six-Seal Divine General.
If you did not even know her name or background, then you, Lian Zhidiao, had no real connection to the lofty Six-Seal Divine General.
Then why should we flatter you?
Over on Sikong Jing's side, Bao Jiusu and the others' expressions turned ugly at Lian Zhidiao's threat. Their mouths twitched as they stared at Sikong Jing... They had just said to keep a low profile and avoid drawing Lian Zhidiao's attention.
Yet with a single sentence from Sikong Jing, he had been targeted by the man.
At that moment, a short man among the group of men and women spoke swiftly and bluntly, "Senior Brother Bao, let's stay away from him. Not only is he foolish, he keeps bringing trouble upon us."
After saying that, the short man practically wished he could kill Sikong Jing on the spot.
Running into this fellow was simply rotten luck.
Sikong Jing quickly put on an apologetic expression and said softly, "Brother Bao, I'm truly sorry.