At that moment, every hair on Ling Yuyue's body stood on end. Ling Jianxing had poisoned her—and had even said there was no cure.
What was he trying to do?
Sikong Jing merely smiled faintly and suddenly took out a bottle...
"Don't be anxious yet. This is the poison I gave you. Take it out and try finding all sorts of masters to cure it."
"If they can cure it, then naturally, you won't need to come back for me..."
"If they can't cure it, then come back and ask me for the antidote. When that time comes, no one is allowed to monitor you. Of course, if you reveal to anyone that you've been poisoned by me, I won't give you the antidote."
"I'll make you die!"
After saying that, Sikong Jing suddenly tapped Ling Yuyue with a burst of true qi, then continued, "Your true qi has recovered. I've temporarily suppressed the poison for you. You have only three days."
"If, within three days, you cannot find a master capable of curing the poison and do not return to me, the poison will flare up and kill you."
"I'll say it again: if you reveal this to anyone, die!"
"If you crush the signal bead right now, die!"
"Remember, even if you tell Ling Dongchuan and he uses the methods of the Eighteen Levels of Hell against me, I still won't hand over the antidote."
"As long as Ling Dongchuan comes looking for me within these three days, I will kill myself on the spot... and take you to the grave with me."
Having said that, Sikong Jing tossed out Break Nine Heavens' green jade stone wall again, his consciousness entering it as he continued studying it. His heart had already hardened—Ling Yuyue would be an important figure