Sikong Jing naturally nodded in agreement, his manner easygoing and natural.
Thus, side by side, the two of them entered Yingyue Building, followed by all the Jianghu people who surged in as well. However, this time was different from before; Sikong Jing and Ning Jingjing were no longer seated in the corner.
After the battle that had just taken place, everyone knew that this unremarkable young man in black was no longer ordinary.
Although his background was still just the minor Night Wolf Tribe, he had struck up a conversation with the Moon Soul Fairy, Gongyang Ying, and his strength at the Dao Marshal Realm was also beyond the reach of many present.
Of course, the gazes from the people of Huanteng Mountain Villa were all fiery when they looked at him.
Especially Yan Qihuan, who truly wished he could gnaw on his bones...
