Of course, he would not say that Yu Xianpo existed within his sea of consciousness...
"Thank you very much for giving me two months to make arrangements. Feather Alliance Hall, my family, and my clansmen are all safe now. I've already told Feather Transformation Emperor and the others everything I needed to."
"From here on, life and death are up to fate."
Sikong Jing's tone was calm. His thanks were wholehearted.
If Spirit Parrot had not coveted such immense merit, matters involving Feather Alliance Hall and Ten Thousand Demon Hall would not have gone so smoothly. At the very least, Sikong Jing would have been subject to tremendous constraints and forced to alter many of his plans.
Spirit Parrot's selfishness in not revealing that Ling'er was his sister was precisely what had made Sikong Jing's current rescue plan possible.
"We're merely benefiting each other."
"You truly are of the Sword Clan, that's true. But if that were all, Senior Brother Ling Zhe would never let you off so easily. He's still fuming. Still, you probably won't die that quickly..."
"After all, once he captures you, Senior Brother Ling Zhe can still negotiate terms with Yu Xianpo."
With that, Spirit Parrot said no more and swept Sikong Jing into a spatial-temporal tunnel...
At the same time, she conducted every kind of inspection on Sikong Jing, from head to toe, lest anything go wrong.
But with her abilities, she naturally failed to detect Yu Xianpo's presence.
Even less could she have imagined that Yu Xianpo, a mighty Super Emperor, would follow Sikong Jing into the Spirit Race headquarters to take such a risk.
No one could possibly have imagined it...
The terms Sikong Jing had offered were Yin Spirit Evil Aura, the Burial Emperor Battlefield, and the Burial Emperor Sword—things Yu Xianpo