We are the Dark Wing Camp

The Second Elder's voice thundered out fiercely. Now that she was not certain she could kill Sikong Jing in a single blow, the Young Sect Master absolutely could not come out. She could not be allowed to see Sikong Jing.

This was a warning to the Young Sect Master, as well as to those protecting her: they had to be careful not to let the Young Sect Master run out of her room.

They even had to seal off all sound from entering, so the Young Sect Master could not hear anything.

Yet what the Worry-Forget Sect members did not know was that, at this moment, their Young Sect Master was sitting atop the roof of His Majesty's study in the rear courtyard of the imperial palace, swinging her legs as she watched the direction of the Night Emperor Hall with great interest.

Behind her stood several Extraordinary Realm experts from the Worry-Forget Sect, their faces already drained of color as they forced bitter smiles.

The Second Elder was still guarding against the Young Sect Master, yet they had no idea that she had long since recognized Sikong Jing as her brother. Nor did they know why she had not suffered a cultivation backlash—or that her combat power was terrifying beyond measure.

Beside Sikong Ling stood a middle-aged figure. It was Ji Shengmang.

"Young Sect Master, aren't you worried about your brother?" Ji Shengmang asked, unable to resist as he looked at Sikong Ling's calm expression.

Sikong Ling did not turn around. Her crisp voice rang out. "I'm not worried. Since my brother didn't call for me, he must be confident. Right now, I just want to watch my brother's performance and let my Second Elder and the others know... don't look down on people too much."

As she finished