"My martial aunt wishes to repay Brother Sikong personally," Zi Ya quickly added.
As Zi Jin and Zi Ya spoke, Sikong Jing paused slightly. Going to Purple Dust Pavilion to meet its current Pavilion Master—this was quite a good opportunity, and Sikong Jing agreed without any hesitation.
But Zi Jin immediately added, "Brother Sikong, could you go alone? Or bring Master Xie with you. For the time being, our Purple Dust Pavilion does not wish to come into contact with people from the Heaven Emperor Palace's quasi-Emperor Palaces."
As he spoke, Zi Jin's expression turned somewhat strange.
Or rather, he found it a little hard to say. They had originally come to repay someone's kindness, yet they were making demands instead. That was naturally rather improper.
This, of course, left both him and Zi Ya feeling awkward.
Zi Ya hurriedly explained as well, "Sorry, Brother Sikong. My master—the former Pavilion Master—died at the hands of an Eight Trigrams Eight Extremes Heaven expert from one of the Five Heavenly Emperors' Palaces."
The moment those words left her mouth, Zi Jin shot her several glares, making Zi Ya afraid to continue.
They had come to repay a favor, yet they did not even know whether Brother Black Scale Sikong had truly joined the Heaven Emperor Palace of his own accord or had been forced into it. How could they reveal such a thing now?
It could very well bring about a deadly calamity.
What if Green Leaf Palace decided Purple Dust Pavilion was a hidden danger and simply wiped it out?
Under Zi Jin's gaze, Zi Ya's little face filled with panic.
She hurriedly changed her words. "I misspoke. My master encountered an Eight Trigrams Eight Extremes Heaven expert; they weren't the ones who killed him."
Zi Ya was clearly somewhat naïve,