Strange Old Man, Mutual Probing

"I've searched this place for days, but I still haven't found a single clue."

"By rights, Father and Mother should have left something for us, but there's nothing."

"And we can't get out no matter what. It's too strange."

Sikong Ling blinked her large eyes. They had left behind such a secret space, yet left nothing inside and would not let them leave—it made her doubt whether this had truly been left by their parents...

Otherwise, why would there be no way out?

Sikong Jing was equally baffled. His consciousness quietly swept across the entire mysterious space.

Suddenly, a cold glint flashed through his eyes. In a single step, he moved in front of Sikong Ling, narrowed his eyes, and said icily, "It isn't that Father and Mother won't let us leave. Someone has tampered with this space."

The moment those words fell, the little space that had been filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers abruptly darkened, as though a frigid wind were howling through it.

Sikong Ling's expression changed drastically as she stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Just then, Sikong Jing lifted his head toward the lush tree and slowly said, "I've already found you. Come out."

"Alas..."

A soft sigh sounded from the tree. Then, a figure slowly drifted down. He was a weathered old man with half-white hair, his face thin and pale.

His grizzled beard grew in a tangled mess.

His clothes were equally disheveled, making him look utterly unkempt and slovenly.

After landing, he narrowed his eyes at Sikong Jing and said, "Little brat, you truly have some skill. You're both in the Third Extraordinary Realm, yet your sister failed to notice me even after several days. How did you find me?"

Wariness filled Sikong Jing's eyes. He did not know who the old man was,