In midair, Sikong Jing, with his wings spread out, was also staring down at Sikong Ling, whose True Qi was surging wildly below, his eyes revealing a wild joy.
His heart suddenly eased.
A smile crept onto Sikong Jing's lips; Ling'er was safe now, Ling'er couldn't possibly be in any danger to her life anymore.
He gazed deeply at his sister; nearly eight years since their last meeting, Ling'er had grown from a little girl into a young woman.
Even if she didn't recognize him now, what did it matter?
A brother is like a father...
Just to see his sister happy and joyful was enough; what else was there to care about?
At that thought, Sikong Jing turned and darted toward the Divine Spaceship, then mounted the Ice Soul Cold Eagle on the ship's deck and sped away from the Wangyou Sect.
"Pursue!"
The Wangyou Sect's Great Elder, who was unable to let Sikong Jing escape easily, immediately led the chase to kill him.
