It was Great Shang Emperor Yan Tianmo and the Ninth Princess, Yan Ruyu. Had they noticed that his dantian and meridians had recovered, and wanted to cripple him again?
Or were they here to take him back?
Sikong Jing's heart turned cold to the extreme.
It was not that Shadow Sect's arrival frightened him, nor was he afraid of death. He feared having to leave Su Yuexi, to leave this home.
Just then, one of the black-clad Shadow Sect experts revealed a mocking smile and replied flatly, "Sikong Jing, it seems your position before your exile was not low. You actually know that we are from the Shadow Sect."
Sikong Jing froze. They actually did not know his identity from before his exile.
Then the second Shadow Sect expert smiled arrogantly. "We are neither here to kill you nor capture you. We merely want the palm of your right hand."
Sikong Jing raised his brow slightly and asked in confusion, "You sent people here just for the palm of my hand?"
What were Yan Tianmo and his daughter trying to do?
Was crippling his dantian and meridians not enough? Did they still intend to torment him bit by bit?
Today it was his palm. Tomorrow, would it be the sole of his foot?
Still, given how vicious they were, such a thing was hardly beyond them.
"That's right. Shadow Sect's orders are to cut off the palm of your right hand and rush it back to the imperial city with utmost urgency."
"Shadow Sect also told us to leave you with a message: this is only because your right hand once held the hand of someone it should never have held."
The second Shadow Sect expert explained with a smile.
Hearing that, Sikong Jing stood rigidly on the bridge. Then