Ling Xiaotian did not know when it had begun, but tears were already streaming down her face.
Her tears fell like madness.
She shook her head with all her strength. "I don't know why I'm crying. When I saw the look in Ling Jianxing's eyes as he rushed over and looked at us, I wanted to cry. I just really, really wanted to cry..."
"My mind is filled with A-Jing, all A-Jing."
Sikong Ding froze. He gripped Ling Xiaotian's hand tightly, an unbearable ache rising in his heart as well.
"Ling Jianxing is also your own nephew. He's desperately resisting Ling Dongwei."
Sikong Ding was not as delicate and perceptive as his wife...
Yet as he watched that figure recede farther and farther away, for some reason, his heart began to tremble wildly too.
At that moment, Ling Zhonghuang and the others flashed past them as well, chasing after him.
Yet Sikong Ding and Ling Xiaotian could do nothing. It was already good enough that Ling Zhonghuang had not taken them hostage.
Thus, Sikong Ding and Ling Xiaotian stood hand in hand, watching everyone chase and flee into the distance.
Gradually, Ling Jianxing, Ling Zhonghuang, and the others became tiny black dots in their eyes...
Two quarter-hours later...
The tiny black dots stopped. Still holding his wife's hand, Sikong Ding said, "Ling Jianxing has been caught by Ling Zhonghuang. In this Void Rift World, does he have any chance of winning?"
The instant his words fell, a cold snort sounded behind them. "Of course he has no chance. This Ling Jianxing is as good as dead."
Hearing that, Sikong Ding and Ling Xiaotian swiftly turned around...
They happened to see a young woman striding toward them with ten people in tow. They were panting heavily, and it was the young