Was it the Emperor of Great Shang, Yang Tianmo, and the Ninth Princess, Yan Ruyu, who had noticed that I had recovered my Dantian and meridians and wanted to cripple me again?
Or perhaps, did they want to capture me and take me back?
Sikong Jing's heart turned ice-cold.
It was not the arrival of the Shadow Sect that frightened him, nor was it the fear of death, but the fear of having to leave Su Yuexi, to leave this home.
At this moment, a black-clad Shadow Sect expert revealed a disdainful smirk and casually replied, "Sikong Jing, it seems your position before exile was not low, given you recognize us as people from the Shadow Sect."
Sikong Jing was stunned, they actually did not know his identity before exile.
Then, a second Shadow Sect expert arrogantly chuckled, "We are neither here to kill you, nor to capture you— we only want your right hand's palm."
Sikong Jing raised an eyebrow slightly, puzzled, he asked, "You were sent here just to take my palm?"
