Sikong Jing abruptly turned around at those words.
He looked toward Zhan You and the others, then saw a Spirit Race woman who appeared to be around thirty striding toward them.
An eerie, wickedly charming smile hung on her face, and she radiated an air of incomparable smugness.
With a swish, Feather Transformation stepped in front of Spirit Gull and asked, "Spirit Gull, what are you trying to do?"
She let out a giggle...
Spirit Gull said casually, "Don't worry. I'm the only one who came to find you. Senior Brother Ling Zhe and the others don't have time to concern themselves with your affairs yet. And as I am now, I'm still far from being your match."
"You have absolutely no need to be so on edge."
Half a year ago, Spirit Gull had been sent by Ling Zhe to the Feather Alliance Hall to demand that Sikong Jing go to the Spirit Race's Divine Spirit Main Island to receive some so-called reward, only to be driven away directly by the Feather Transformation Emperor. That was even more true now.
The current Feather Transformation Emperor could kill Spirit Gull as easily as playing a game.
"Besides, you now have a terrifying Prison Race powerhouse standing behind you. How would I dare do anything to you?"
"I merely came to find your Sword Clan genius and have a little chat."
Spirit Gull wore a smiling expression as she cast her gaze at Sikong Jing from afar, looking utterly innocent.
The more she acted like this, the more wary everyone became.
What could Spirit Gull possibly have to discuss with Sikong Jing? Had Ling Zhe sent her to persuade Sikong Jing?
As had been said, Sikong Jing was completely different now. As a true member of the Sword Clan, the Spirit