Sikong Jian.
Southwest King.
Gunman's Disciple.
Number One Spearman Under Heaven.
Those titles destined him to be no ordinary man.
After Sikong Jian appeared, decked out like a nouveau riche, the group from Chun Prefecture put away their smiles.
It was not that they were hostile toward him, but Sikong Jian's reputation was so formidable that even Chun Prefecture had to treat him with caution.
"Brother."
Xiao Yuan let go of Little White Tiger and went over to take Sikong Jian's arm.
Smiling, she introduced him to everyone. "Sorry I didn't tell you before. This is my older brother. My real name is Sikong Yuan. I... didn't mean to hide it."
Xiao Yuan looked awkwardly at Little White Tiger, afraid he would misunderstand.
But he casually held out a hand. "Brother-in-law."
"Brother-in-law."
Perhaps it was because they had fought together.
The two were not all that distant.
They shook hands amicably.
"I originally came to see what kind of man could captivate my sister like this. You're not bad, kid."
"He meets your standards?" Xiao Yuan was as happy as a child.
"If he didn't, I'd have taken you back to the Southwest already."
Sikong laughed heartily, very satisfied with Little White Tiger.
"Resourceful, brave, and bold."
Like a father sizing up his son-in-law, Sikong looked Little White Tiger and Old Ninth over.
"When I saw the Satan Organization's new faction rankings, I wasn't convinced. What caliber was Chun Prefecture to rank right behind me? But this meeting's been good. You deserve to be called young heroes."
"You flatter us, brother-in-law."
Little White Tiger gave a restrained smile.
"My sister's proud. She'd rather hole up in Ice Prefecture under the Ming King's thumb than come to me."
"Now that she's with you, we're family. Whoever touches you from now on