Brother, Take Ling'er Home

Sikong Ling's eyes gleamed, clear and bright, as she forcibly rallied her spirits.

She called into the forest, "Brother, Ling'er is so tired. If it really is you, can you take Ling'er away from here?"

Her eyes were gradually losing focus, their original color fading, yet they brimmed with unparalleled anticipation.

The next moment, a hoarse voice came from the woods.

"I'm not your brother."

"Your Grand Elder didn't lie to you. Your brother died at Wang Qing's hands. But I knew your brother. He asked me to live on in his name, to take care of you in his place."

"He also said your master, Mo Ci, was no good, and told me to kill her."

Sikong Jing was still frantically integrating the Eternal Night Wolf King's meridians, yet he split his focus in two and spoke to his sister in a trembling voice.

He had no other choice now. He could only use this excuse, one that would not stand up to the slightest scrutiny.

"Brother, you always loved lying to me..."

"When we were little, you always lied and said Father and Mother would come back tomorrow. So I waited and waited on the bed, rolling around until dawn, but Father and Mother still never came back."

"Then Brother said Father and Mother would come back tomorrow. But tomorrow after tomorrow—did you take Ling'er for a fool?"

That was Sikong Ling's response to Sikong Jing. She had already completely believed that the person in the forest was her brother.

Because that tone he used to deceive her had never changed.

Sikong Jing's entire body shook wildly. After Father and Mother vanished, this had been the excuse he always used to deceive his sister. He had been afraid she would be sad and heartbroken.

What was he supposed