"I just received notification from Lady Spirit Gull. The clan elders will be selecting a large team to head to the Swordwalk Small World."
At A-Ruo's words, everyone following her suddenly understood.
Sikong Jing's heart stirred slightly as well...
Less than a month remained until the realm gate to the Swordwalk Small World opened. In Yu Xianpo's words, the Swordwalk Small World contained all manner of fortuitous opportunities. Naturally, the Spirit Race could not possibly refrain from sending people there.
"If Black Tiger and Yu Xianpo hadn't caused such trouble, our Spirit Race's team would probably have set off long ago."
A-Ruo spoke again, her voice filled with hatred as she faced the Spirit Race members following her.
"It's all that damned Feather Alliance Sikong Jing's fault. I truly wish I could personally carve him into a thousand pieces."
"Exactly. If we'd known he could stir up so much trouble, we should have finished him off back when we were at the Feather Alliance Hall."
"There was no helping it. Back then, Ancestor Ling Zhe said not to wipe out the people of the Spirit Seal Realm yet."
"Keep your voices down. Ancestor Ling Zhe is already in a rage."
One after another, the people following A-Ruo began discussing the matter. Some felt they should not bring it up now, nor speak of Sikong Jing.
That was Ancestor Ling Zhe's eternal pain.
Most of those following A-Ruo at this moment were the ones who had gone with her to the Feather Alliance Hall to test Sikong Ding.
Among them were Ou Fu, Ou Yuan, Ou Qiang, and the others who had fought Sikong Jing.
Amid the murmurs of discussion, they finally arrived at the Heroic Spirit Dream Hall A-Ruo had mentioned.
Sikong Jing, who had remained silent all along, looked