Imperial Venerable Jinghang did not want Su Yuexi to reveal that she was from the Spirit Seal Realm. Simple—he would just go to her door and ask for her hand.
They had met in the Dark Demon Small World and fallen in love at first sight.
As for his sister...
Spirit Parrot certainly would not reveal that he was Sikong Ling's brother. When the one-year deadline drew near, she would surely find a way to get him to the Spirit Race and use him to threaten his sister into losing to Tu Duoqing.
There was still time. When the moment came, he would deal with whatever came his way.
Gazing deeply at his parents, Sikong Jing said again, "Father, Mother, the great battle with the Ten Thousand Demon Hall is about to begin. My Demon Rat body will surely keep the Spirit Race too occupied to bother with Ling'er and me. After all, we are still small fry right now."
With that, Sikong Jing left...
Sikong Ding and Ling Xiaotian clasped hands tightly. They understood what their son had meant by that final sentence.
If the Spirit Race easily crushed the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, Ling Zhe would have the freedom to handle many other matters. But if the Ten Thousand Demon Hall proved too tough to swallow, Ling Zhe would have no mind left to concern himself with matters in the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm.
What the Demon Rat body needed to do was...
While doing everything possible to help the Ten Thousand Demon Hall survive, make the Spirit Race suffer for a long time.
Meanwhile...
Sikong Jing returned to the Feather Transformation Emperor Hall and entered the Feather Alliance Sword Corpse Cave once more.
Under the feverish gazes of the Feather Transformation brother and sister, Sikong Jing