"I helped Feather Alliance Hall become a Sword Clan force. Feather Transformation is my true brother."
"And you are my brother too."
Staring at Sikong Jing, Yu Xianpo actually said that Sikong Jing was his brother too.
"Gulp..."
Yu Xianpo's sudden emotional outburst made Feather Transformation Emperor and everyone else from Feather Alliance Hall secretly swallow.
Another unexpected revelation—Yu Xianpo was of the Prison Race, but he was also of the Sword Clan.
On the way here, Feather Transformation Emperor had imagined how wonderful it would be if they could encounter the Sword Clan. Even learning information about the Sword Clan would have been an excellent outcome.
Perhaps then they could find a powerful backer capable of making the entire Spirit Race fear and dread them.
He had never expected to truly encounter one.
Yet now, he was even more flustered, because what the other party wanted was something Feather Transformation Emperor could never give.
It was the Sword Corpse Cave—the secret of the Sword Clan men and women. How could they simply hand it over?
More importantly...
Yu Xianpo also wore the outer shell of the Prison Race. They could not fathom whether he was good or evil, nor what kind of temperament he possessed.
What they feared was that Yu Xianpo would simply seize the secret of the Sword Clan men and women, then wash his hands of Feather Alliance Hall's fate.
In the Vast Cosmos Great World, such acts of tearing down the bridge after crossing the river were all too common.
At that moment, Sikong Jing let out a soft breath. "Senior, Feather Alliance Hall's Sword Clan methods can be given to you. There's no problem with that."
He was far calmer than Feather Transformation Emperor. They had fought their way here all along.
The worst-case