Sikong Jing calmly raised his head. "Was my performance in the Dark Demon Small World still not enough?"
Closing his eyes deeply, the Feather Transformation Emperor's voice turned hoarse...
"You come from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm. You do not understand the Spirit Race well enough. The Spirit Race is not ruled by Ling Zhe alone. Even if the Shadow Moon Demon Rat had not been taken by the Broken Blade Hall in the end, they would still have found other reasons to kill you."
"They could even find a perfectly legitimate reason. That would not be difficult at all."
"Your performance was enough. You made me happy, made me excited. But behind me stands the Feather Alliance Hall—a Feather Alliance Hall that is not especially strong under the Spirit Race. You must give me a reason to go all out and protect you."
Sikong Jing's expression shifted slightly in surprise. He had not expected the Feather Transformation Emperor to speak so bluntly.
He studied him quietly. This Feather Alliance Hall Emperor, who gave off an effeminate yet terrifying air, now revealed an intense unwillingness in his eyes. And that unwillingness clearly came from the pressure of the Spirit Race.
From the bottom of his heart, the Feather Transformation Emperor did not wish to bow and scrape before the Spirit Race, yet he had been crushed to the point of having no choice.
Because he was weak—because there was an enormous gap between the Feather Alliance Hall and the Spirit Race.
To put it plainly, the Feather Transformation Emperor could not convince himself to protect Sikong Jing with everything he had. He feared the price would be too great, yet inwardly he desperately wanted to save him. Thus, he needed Sikong Jing to give him a reason to risk