Shui Bingqu's face was ashen as he watched his beloved granddaughter, Shui Yuyin, taken hostage while his fists clenched with a crackling sound.
After a long moment, he spoke ominously, "Young fellow, this is Wentian City, at the foot of Heavenly Dao Palace. You'd better think carefully before you speak, otherwise you will not leave the Shui family alive."
The Thousand Cold Red Lotus's Red Core, that was a precious treasure; how could he easily hand it over?
As for kneeling and apologizing, such an act that would disgrace the Heavenly Dao Palace was even less likely to happen.
With Shui Yuyin, the Shui family had the terrifying backing of the Heavenly Dao Palace, and Shui Bingqu wasn't afraid of Sikong Jing, cautioning him accordingly.
However, Sikong Jing's expression remained unchanged as he said, "I'm only asking you, will you hand it over or not? Will you kneel or not?"
"You're dreaming..."
Having said that, Shui Bingqu forcefully pressed his True Qi towards Sikong Jing.
