The moment his memories connected with those of the Magic Rat body...
A profound shock flashed through Sikong Jing's eyes. Before he could digest it all, he immediately looked at Tian Wuxiu again...
"Did Elder Wuchen's spirit shadow manage to deceive heaven and cross the sea?"
The instant the thought arose, Tian Wuxiu swept up Sikong Jing and Tian Sui, transforming into a white pillar of light that shot into the sky.
At the same time, he said, "Little Brother Sikong, I'll take you to see the Absolute Pill Emperor, the old pavilion master. You don't believe me, but his venerable self will certainly make you believe that the Anti-Seal Faction is the greatest calamity in this world."
Tian Wuxiu had deliberately spoken those words aloud, ensuring that everyone near the Peerless Tavern heard them clearly.
In the blink of an eye, the white pillar of light vanished from Pill-Tempering City.
"Whoa..."
Near the Peerless Tavern, an uproar rose in waves...
Once again, they had failed to glimpse the Celestial Race patriarch's true face, but at least they had heard his voice.
"This Sikong Jing really is stubborn. The Celestial Race patriarch personally explained the Anti-Seal Faction to him, yet he still refuses to believe it."
"I'd say that although Sikong Jing is talented, his brain isn't very useful..."
"Exactly. Many people who have been duped will still choose to believe the swindler's words, no matter how thoroughly those around them explain things. Such people won't shed tears until they see the truth, and they won't let go until the swindler cheats them to death."
"The Celestial Race patriarch is truly so warm-hearted. Even though Sikong Jing doesn't believe him, he still wants to save him."
The last remark came from a certain powerful woman, whose admiration for Tian Wuxiu