Su Zhenglong was both shocked and delighted, scarcely able to believe it.
Doctor Sun had mentioned more than once that the inner core of a Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel could heal the grave injuries on his body.
But Su Zhenglong also knew perfectly well just how difficult it was to catch a Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel.
"A-Jing, how did you manage it?"
Su Zhenglong's voice trembled. With the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel's inner core, he no longer had to fear death.
Even if it could not truly cure him, it could suppress the terrifying Earth Realm true energy within him and let him live another eight or ten years without issue. And he would no longer have to spend all his time unconscious in bed.
Sikong Jing replied with a smile, "I entered Entering Cloud Mountain to catch a Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel. I got lucky and caught one."
The moment those words fell, the entire room went silent.
Suddenly, Mei Xiaofang rubbed her aching head and said, "A-Jing, no matter what, your father-in-law and I are immensely, immensely grateful to you. But the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel... I heard that even the previous Lord of Yun Province couldn't catch one."
Sikong Jing was bragging again. When would he ever break this habit?
Still, Mei Xiaofang tried to keep her tone gentle and point out the issue as tactfully as possible.
She only hoped Sikong Jing would quickly mend his habit of boasting.
Sikong Jing froze. How could he fail to understand what she meant? With a bitter smile, he said, "A Heaven Realm beast happened to injure the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel—a Rift-Gold Steel-Fanged Tiger. I snatched it while it wasn't paying attention and ran."
This was too helpless.
I, Sikong Jing, the dignified Invincible Divine General, have never