With Pei Chang's surprised voice, Sikong Jing also slowly appeared, but he was wearing the Dark Wing Mask on his face.
He couldn't let Mieqing Venerable and others know just yet that he was Sikong Buwang.
In fact, when it came to Mieqing Venerable, it didn't really matter.
Letting her know was nothing significant, but there were other disciples and experts of the Wunian Saint Sect beside her.
So Sikong Jing thought it best not to reveal his identity for now.
However, precisely because of this Dark Wing Mask, Pei Chang's anger was ignited even more terrifically, reminding him of the great failure of the Qianyuan Holy Demon Hall plan, causing him to stare at Sikong Jing even more madly.
But Sikong Jing remained incomparably calm…
"Pei Chang, if you have the guts, come chase me, maybe you can capture my wife and I soon enough."
From beneath the mask, Sikong Jing uttered in a low tone, then turned without hesitation and darted away.
