Sikong Jing naturally didn't care how others viewed him, but smiled and extended his hand, taking the brush from Gongyang Ying's hand.
Afterward, he drew a circle on the paper and calmly said, "If I am not mistaken, within this map's range should be the true den of the Soul Stealer, including their family and so on."
Gongyang Ying's eyes brightened, staring intently at the circle that had been outlined, then quickly started to think and analyze.
Only after a half a moment did she nod vigorously, her eyes bright as she exclaimed, "Brother Sikong speaks truly, I am impressed."
Giggle giggle giggle…
Suddenly, a strange noise sounded, and everyone instinctively looked around, eventually realizing the source was Yan Benxing's fist, which was nearly crushed.
The corner of the mouths of the Jianghu people twitched slightly as they mourned for Yan Benxing.
Gongyang Ying, of course, ignored it, and continued, "Then next, let's begin to allocate our actions."
