Upon hearing this, Sikong Ling's eyes shone clear and bright as she forced herself to stay spirited.
She said to Lin Zhong, "Brother, Ling'er is so tired. If it's really you, can you take Ling'er away from here?"
Her eyes slowly dimmed, losing their original color but filled with unparalleled expectations.
The next moment, a hoarse voice rose from Lin Zhong.
"I am not your brother."
"The Great Elder didn't lie to you. Your brother has died at the hands of Wang Qing, but I knew your brother. He asked me to live on using his name, to take care of you in his place."
"He also said your master Mo Ci is not a good person and asked me to kill her."
Sikong Jing was still frantically assimilating the meridians of the Absolute Night Wolf King, but his voice quivered as he focused on his sister.
He had no other choice but to resort to this flimsy excuse.
"Brother, you always loved to trick me..."
