Sikong Jing raised his brows as he looked at the barrier rising around them, then tilted his head. "Lord Ou Yi, what is the meaning of this?"
Suddenly... thud, thud, thud.
A graceful figure slowly emerged from the darkness. "Ou Jin, are you truly stupid, or merely pretending to be? Of course we're going to dig out the bloodline that belongs to my adoptive father from you. You are not worthy of possessing my adoptive father's bloodline."
It was a woman's voice, a voice steeped in hatred.
As the light from outside the hall shone in, it illuminated a somewhat familiar face. It was Chu Yin, Ou Chu's adoptive daughter.
She lightly walked to Ou Yi's side, intimately wrapping her arms around his arm as she sneered repeatedly at Sikong Jing.
Sikong Jing looked at Chu Yin, then at Ou Yi...
He froze for a moment before asking, "You want to kill me, the chief young member of the Spirit Gull Lineage?"
As soon as the words fell, Chu Yin erupted furiously...
"Chief, my ass. You just got lucky."
"If I had fused with my adoptive father's bloodline, I could communicate with the six Heroic Spirit Guards too... no, I could communicate with even more of them."
"Now obediently let us dig out your bloodline, and we'll leave you an intact corpse."
As Chu Yin spoke, Sikong Jing suddenly found the situation both laughable and absurd. He had disguised himself as a Spirit Race member, only to run into something like this.
The struggle over Ou Chu's inheritance still had not ended.
Ou Yi wore a faint, mocking smile...
"Ou Jin, don't even think of running, and don't dream that anyone will come to save you."
"Don't even think of using Lord Spirit Gull to pressure me. If you die