Looking at the utterly bewildered Bu Nanfei again, Sikong Jing spoke softly...
"Palace Master Bu Nanfei, shall we discuss Long Flow Palace's plans for the future?"
"Do you have the time?"
Bu Nanfei nearly went limp and collapsed to the ground. His forehead was drenched in sweat, and his entire body felt as though it had been soaked in water.
After a long while, he finally replied hoarsely, "Young Master Sikong, of course this lowly one has the time."
His voice was weak. He could hardly tell whether this was reality or a dream. It felt as if he had died once already.
It took him quite some time before he finally caught his breath...
So this Young Master Sikong was not from the Primordial Cosmos Great World at all. So he had merely been testing him and Bu Xiliu just now.
If he had been as devoid of principles as Bu Xiliu, he would certainly have lost his life already.
"Actually, my surname is not Si. My compound surname is Sikong..."
"Back during the Sword Extinction Totem incident, I even killed people from your Long Flow Palace. There seemed to be some young master among them as well."
"I wonder, Palace Master Bu, do you bear any resentment toward me?"
At Sikong Jing's words, Bu Nanfei abruptly raised his head and stared at him in utter disbelief...
"Y-you-you..."
"The son of the Nine Heavens Successor, Sikong Jing."
At that moment, Bu Nanfei was stunned once again. Before he could fully settle his emotions, another fright had arrived.
Scenes from nearly twenty years ago immediately flashed through his mind. In an instant, everything made sense. This Black-Clothed Youth before him was actually the son of the Nine Heavens Successor who had stood beside the one acknowledged as master by the