Zi Jin was her elder brother's son. If anything happened to him, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.
Looking at the utterly sincere Purple Bamboo before him, Sikong Jing felt increasingly strange. The scene before him truly did not look like one of repayment—it looked more like she wanted to do something to him.
Purple Bamboo looked wholly sincere, yet behind the scenes, she was the purple-energy woman who intended to stir up panic...
At the same time, six people lay unconscious inside the small building, and none of them looked ordinary. It would be stranger if such a scene did not seem suspicious.
But Sikong Jing had weathered countless storms. Smiling lightly, he replied, "It was merely a small effort. Pavilion Master, there is no need to take it to heart. Still, since you asked me to come here, is there something you wish to discuss?"
Rather than continuing to speculate, he came straight to the point.
With a smile on her face, Purple Bamboo suddenly said, "There is nothing in particular to discuss. I simply wish to repay Brother Sikong. I wish to give you a tremendous opportunity, but before that, I need you to... pass out first."
The moment her words fell, Sikong Jing's entire body jolted, and his eyes widened slightly.
Purple Bamboo had already appeared before him. She said again, "Don't worry. You'll be fine."
With that, she waved a hand and knocked Sikong Jing unconscious, directly sealing his sea of consciousness as well.
Once that was done, Purple Bamboo said to the five members of Purple Dust Pavilion, "The twelve are now gathered. Follow me—we depart."
As she spoke, she personally wrapped Sikong Jing up...
As for the other six unconscious people, they were casually tossed into a heap. Sikong