Sikong Changfeng could not bear it and looked away. Even though he had expected this, at this point, he still felt an indescribable pain in his heart.
He recalled the first time he came to the Nether Mountain to see the Ten Thousand Gu King. At that time, his mother had not long passed away and his father had married a second wife. He could vaguely feel that he was a child in the family who was not valued highly. He had accidentally entered the secret passageway of the Nether Mountain.
Old Ancestor Sikong did not care if the person who trespassed into the Nether Mountain was a disciple of the Sikong family or his grandnephew. He immediately wanted to start a massacre. It was the Ten Thousand Gu King who fell into his hands.
At that time, the Ten Thousand Gu King also obediently curled up into a ball like now.
Perhaps he had been chosen by the Ten Thousand Gu King to become its keeper, he had the qualifications to enter the Nether Mountain.
