Immediately afterward, the Martial Excellence Hall elder said, "We're very sorry we didn't help Black Tiger last time."
Just as Sikong Jing had said before...
When the Purple Extreme Heavenly Demon Lion came crashing down, the Celestial Race, Martial Excellence Hall, and the others who had received Sikong Jing's favor did not step in to help. They had merely protected Sikong Jing and the people of Feather Alliance Hall.
At the time, every one of them had wanted to recruit Sikong Jing. Only if Sikong Jing agreed to join them would they help Black Tiger.
But this time...
Sikong Jing had saved not merely ninety-nine geniuses, but the various factions themselves.
No matter what, Martial Excellence Hall had to show something, or they would become the laughingstock of the world.
Dugu Fanhua then looked toward the old crone from Frost God Hall. After struggling inwardly for a moment, the latter still said that she would repay the favor, though she would have to report the specifics to their hall master—the old Frost God hag.
After all, Black Tiger had once killed the old Frost God hag's son. The hatred ran deep.
Soon after, the various factions all expressed that they would certainly repay the favor.
Some factions were sincere, while others still harbored misgivings. The situation surrounding the Ancient Ten Absolutes was simply too unclear.
But they still had to keep up appearances...
At that moment, someone suddenly said, "Young Master Sikong, the Spirit Race is leaving."
As the words fell, the Spirit Race members who were steadily slipping out of the crowd shuddered all over. One after another, they turned back to look at Sikong Jing.
Sikong Jing raised his gaze. Watching Zhe Ying from afar, he smiled faintly. "I am not of the Spirit Race, much less the