"Now that your uncle has passed away for many years, if these things are not in your hands, whose hands are they in?"
Sikong Ye snorted, about to speak, when a thought suddenly emerged in his mind.
His brow furrowed instantly, and he suddenly appeared, floating in the void in front of the Heavenly King Flute, his eyes as cold as ice looking at the Heavenly King Flute: "My master has passed away for many years... How do you know about this? How did my master die? Who injured him?"
The Heavenly King Flute was taken aback: "You don't know?"
Sikong Ye instantly understood: "Was it the Only I True Sect Leader, Zheng Yuandong?"
The Heavenly King Flute said calmly: "I don't know either."
"With my master's level of cultivation, to be beaten to such a degree, and yet there was no word spread in the Jianghu, no mention of another super expert being injured..."
