The wind deep in the night was rather piercing, with pink petals and leaves falling all over the treetops. Sikong looked at those familiar red pupils in the dark, and only then did a genuine smile slowly appear in his eyes.
He was in no hurry to kill Yun Rong because he had already sent his own blood-infused murderous energy into Yun Rong's heart. Apart from him, no one could pull out that blood-colored ice blade.
Once the ice blade completely melted, her soul would perish. Even if the Goddess Ehuang herself were to descend here, she couldn't save her, and Yun Rong would have no chance of reincarnation.
Sikong's goal had been achieved, and he no longer looked at Yun Rong, instead fixing his gaze intently on Baili An, smiling, "It's been a long time since we last met, Chen. You've truly become a lot bolder."
