After saying that, Ling Dongchuan turned and stepped back toward the Heaven-Soaring Main Hall.
He left behind another instruction: "If you choose the first option, then kneel facing the main hall. The moment you kneel and kowtow, that is when I will let you leave the stairway."
Just like that, with his back to Sikong Jing, Ling Dongchuan returned step by step to the roof of the main hall.
Yet he was still waiting for Sikong Jing—or rather, Ling Jianxing—to kneel.
But there was nothing. Even after he returned to the side of the First Elder and the others, Sikong Jing showed no intention of kneeling.
Ling Dongchuan's gaze turned frighteningly dark.
"His rebellious bones are set, and his ambition is enormous!"
"And he is the kind who will not compromise in the slightest. He will not even put on an act for me. A person this straightforward is easy enough to deal with. If he still refuses to kneel later..."
"Then, once he is completely unable to hold on, I will give him a third choice."
"Let him experience the favor I have bestowed upon him and my appreciation for talent... After that, just as the First Elder said, give him a chance to prove himself, make him think we will truly give him an opportunity."
Other than the well-intentioned Sixth Elder, everyone else nodded with sinister grins...
Ling Yuyue suddenly said, "Grandfather, I want this Ling Jianxing to become my male consort. His Heaven-Soaring Imperial Bloodline looks truly excellent. I want him to give me a great-grandson for you. Perhaps it will awaken an even stronger talent than his."
As she spoke, Ling Yuyue's eyes burned with desire, though it had nothing to do with affection...
She merely wanted the Ling Jianxing in her eyes to leave her