The Northern Mountains, My Territory

Her feelings toward her master, Mo Ci, were exceptionally complicated. She knew that her master had never wanted her to meet her brother and had always been making excuses. Yet now that she had suddenly received news of her death, she still felt somewhat saddened.

After all, her master had saved her life.

The Grand Elder froze for a moment before finally gritting her teeth and replying, "Long Night Holy Dragon Palace. Shen Qingye and Tan Yue."

She could not exactly say that she did not know, so she threw out Long Night Holy Dragon Palace instead.

Sikong Ling etched those two names deeply into her memory, yet for some reason, she felt no hatred at all.

Perhaps all her hatred was focused on Senior Sister Wang Qing, the one who had killed her brother.

At that moment, the Grand Elder hurriedly advised, "Wang Ge, you must not act rashly. Shen Qingye and Tan Yue have a terrifying demon dragon at the Soul-Reversal Realm. We need to think of a way slowly."

First, she would use this excuse, then find a way to kill Sikong Jing...

Before Wang Ge learned the whole truth, Sikong Jing had to die. Ideally, he would be killed by Lian Kekegu or the War Soul Dynasty.

But how could Sikong Ling possibly be impulsive? Her emotions remained incomparably tangled. In the end, she said, "Grand Elder, I want to return to the Worry-Forget Sect as soon as possible. I want to pay my respects to Master."

The Grand Elder agreed. She then took Sikong Ling and continued weaving through the Northern Mountains.

She made up her mind that if Sikong Jing was still not dead by the time they returned to the Worry-Forget Sect, she would simply lock Wang Ge up first.

Two days