At Ling Zhixin's words, Sikong Jing's body trembled slightly, and he could not help looking at the former.
Ling Zhixin said hoarsely, "I knew Jianxing very well. You could say I raised him. Neither your tone nor your actions are things Jianxing would have had, and your voice is completely different too."
Sikong Jing fell silent for a moment.
He knew Ling Mi'er had mistaken him because she had been too young when they were separated.
But trying to hide it from others familiar with Ling Jianxing was almost impossible. Even though Ling Zhixin had lost his sight, he could still judge from every other aspect.
However, Sikong Jing had never intended to conceal it from the Crescent Moon Lineage. He had lied only because he feared Ling Zhixin would not be able to bear it and would die.
Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing replied softly, "Third Uncle, my name is Sikong Jing."
He admitted it!
Since Ling Zhixin had already seen hope for the Crescent Moon Lineage, he should not suffer such a blow that he immediately lost his life.
Sikong Jing's words instantly changed Ling Zhixin's expression, his face trembling wildly.
"Third Uncle, I am Ling Xiaotian's son. I will do everything I can to save the Crescent Moon Lineage."
Sikong Jing added another sentence, then accelerated deeper into the Evil Crescent River.
"Of course, if my identity is exposed, the Crescent Moon Lineage will still face a terrifying annihilation, so this path will be difficult to walk..."
"But I have no choice but to walk it. Cousin Mi'er has been accused of... causing the death of the Mysterious Xiao Sect Master's son."
Bit by bit, he recounted everything that had happened along the way.
Ling Zhixin suppressed his emotions and listened quietly. After Sikong Jing finished