"Little Rat, Little Rat..."
Having received no reply, Fang Sword hurriedly urged Sikong Jing on. It did not understand why Sikong Jing had suddenly gone blank.
Only then did Sikong Jing slowly withdraw his gaze.
Yet his entire body trembled with excitement. His humanoid spirit shadow was still inside the Extreme Prison Sky Tower, and he had no idea what condition Su Yuexi was in.
He did not know whether, more than a month ago, Su Yuexi had been erased by the Spirit Race.
Though she had passed Ling Zhe's test back then, because of the time difference, it was highly possible that some of the finest test subjects had already been erased.
Sikong Jing had never dared to think about Su Yuexi's situation. Now, he finally saw that his wife was safe and sound—and she had actually entered the Dark Demon Small World too. She had come in together with the thousand disciples of Voyaging Heart Hall.
Among the hundred races and thousand halls, every faction was immensely powerful.
Although he had heard the Spirit Race genius say that people from Voyaging Heart Hall had descended, Sikong Jing had not dared hope that Su Yuexi would come down with them. After all, Yuexi was from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm—yet she had come.
At this moment, Sikong Jing's beast-form spirit shadow was overwhelmed with excitement. He had not seen his wife for more than three years.
The longing and worry in his heart were beyond imagining.
He forcibly calmed himself and replied to Fang Sword, "The Spirit Race geniuses have entered, and the geniuses of Voyaging Heart Hall have entered as well. It seems people from every race and every hall will be coming in. This is most likely a trial arranged by the Spirit Race..."
"Don't rush.