Ling Zhixin's words were somewhat jumbled, yet they reflected the complicated feelings he held toward Sikong Jing.
"Anyway, thank you."
"Be careful. You have to stay alive."
Ling Zhixin gave him another heavy fist salute, then turned and flashed into the small, pitch-black vortex opening.
Some words could not be spoken; some things were too difficult to put into words...
The relationship between them was far too complicated, but Ling Zhixin's eyes held sincere gratitude, along with wholehearted admiration.
Watching Ling Zhixin disappear...
Sikong Jing took a deep breath and murmured, "I'm not trying to make up for anything my father and mother did. I only want them not to blame themselves in the future. And I only want the people of the Crescent Moon Lineage to be worthy of anyone's trust and recognition."
Earlier, within the Straight Wind Palace Complex...
When Ling Zhixin learned of the trap and the Evil Crescent River, he had told everyone to flee and leave him behind...
That allowed Sikong Jing to determine clearly that this unfamiliar Third Uncle was absolutely someone worthy of trust.
Without another word, Sikong Jing flew once more toward the divine flood dragon's corpse.
As before, he was going to restrain Ling Dongwei...
Seven or eight hours later, he returned to the enormous boulder where the divine flood dragon's corpse lay and flashed back inside its body.
Staring at the exit of the black rift, Sikong Jing said softly, "Judging by the length of the Evil Crescent River, Ling Dongwei should be at least close to this entrance by now. I have to get out quickly..."
There and back again through the small vortex entrance from the wasteland.
By now, nearly two days had passed since Ling Dongwei arrived at the Crescent Moon Continent.
If he did not leave