After Ling Wangjiao left, the drunken haze around Teng Bahun vanished without a trace.
He stared fixedly at Sikong Jing again and said, "I still find it hard to believe that you're A-Jing."
Earlier, inside the formation diagram, everything had been too rushed, and they had only had a brief moment to speak.
Although Teng Bahun had believed him then, the more he thought about it, the more questions surfaced. He still suspected whether what stood before him might be another scheme by the Primordial Cosmos Great World.
He needed Sikong Jing to give him more convincing proof.
Since Ling Wangjiao had already determined that Sikong Jing, this so-called covert assassin, had succeeded almost perfectly, the hidden agents around them had been withdrawn... or rather, they would no longer pay attention to the communication between the two of them.
When Sikong Jing had first arrived, Ling Wangjiao's people had surely been watching.
Now, there was no one at all.
Thus, Sikong Jing spoke calmly. "Grandpa Bahun, as a 'Primordial Cosmos covert assassin,' the mission they gave me was to obtain from you the secret art restriction for opening the Swordwalk Small World."
As he spoke, Sikong Jing casually waved a hand, and a formation diagram appeared.
Under Teng Bahun's gaze, Sikong Jing continued, "But I already possessed the secret art restriction of the Swordwalk Small World. I had mastered it in my previous life, when I was the Shadow Moon Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts."
That was right...
Sikong Jing could enter the Swordwalk Small World whenever he wished.
With such proof, along with a recounting of certain matters known only to the two of them—for instance, what had happened within the Sword Extinction Totem—Teng Bahun finally relaxed completely.
Then Teng Bahun asked excitedly, "A-Jing, you said before that we