Three days ago, faced with Sikong Ding's disbelief, Su Jingyi's expression had looked ugly enough to explode.
Now, faced with Sikong Ding's disbelief again, Su Jingyi merely chuckled. "You don't believe me, huh? Then just wait. In a little while, your son will be brought here. Let's see whether you can still keep that stiff upper lip then."
In Su Jingyi's view, Sikong Jing had surely already been taken down by his grandmother.
The instant he sensed his younger brother and Junior Sister Cheng appearing, he and his grandmother had split up. His grandmother had gone to seize the man, while he waited here for her good news, waiting for Sikong Jing to be brought over...
Once Sikong Jing was captured, they would bring him straight into the Sky Tower building and let Sikong Ding hear his son's screams.
They had already reached Feather Alliance Hall. Could Sikong Jing possibly turn the heavens upside down now?
Of course, Su Jingyi still had one slight concern. If Sikong Jing really had some kind of backing—as mentioned earlier, if he had been taken in by some Spirit Race powerhouse—then things would be somewhat troublesome.
So he still had to wait, waiting for word from his grandmother...
"Damn it. I'd originally thought that even if Sikong Ding's son really was a top-grade specimen among the test subjects, I could still deceive Sikong Ding first, make his emotions collapse in the Extreme Prison Sky Tower, and cause something to happen to him. But that old lowly slave simply refuses to believe me."
"Damn it, why won't he believe what I say?"
Just as Su Jingyi had thought before, no matter what Sikong Jing was like, he would first fabricate lies and strike Sikong Ding down hard.
Yet unless Sikong Ding truly heard his son's