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Chapter 310: Meeting the Song Family Again

Ye Wanqing came into the space to check on Sikong's current situation. Just when they were fighting, Sikong fell into a faint unconsciously, and only at this moment did he show signs of waking up slightly.

"Sikong."

"Ms. Ye...Ms. Ye, thank you very much, Ms. Ye."

"Nothing, what did you find just now?"

Sikong's expression paused slightly, a strange thought flashing in his eyes, "Miss Ye, I'm not sure either. I need to investigate further before I can find out. Hiss——"

"You have serious internal injuries. I don't need you here for the time being. Go back to the Demon Realm and recuperate. If Di Siheng asks, just tell him what I said."

Sikong's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. He cupped his hands and said, "As you command."

At the same time, Demon Realm

"What happened? Have you found out why my brother fainted?"

"Princess, the Emperor possesses profound magical power and has long since broken through the realm barrier. However, he has suddenly fallen into a deep sleep. We believe this is due to the aftereffects of his advancement within the Demonic Abyss, coupled with the internal injuries he sustained while reuniting the young prince's spirit, so..."

"Why should I listen to all this? I only have one question for you: when will my brother wake up?"

Di Sizhen's face was full of anger and nervousness. She had been planning to sneak out to travel and look for the stunningly beautiful "Sister Qingye", but she learned that her brother had suddenly fainted.

"Ah? This... Princess, the Emperor's current strength and spiritual cultivation are no longer something we can cure. Maybe... maybe the Emperor will wake up on his own after a while, maybe..."

"That's enough! What's the point of having you, a bunch of quacks? Get out of here!"

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, please calm down."

"Wait." Di Sizhen's eyes turned cold, and the pressure of a Divine General was pressing down on the entire hall. His tone was cold and threatening, "Don't reveal a single word about what happened today. Anyone who violates this will be destroyed in body and soul."

"Yes."

three days later

Today is also the last day of the power competition. Thinking of the movements in Qingwu Mountain, Ye Wanqing always feels uneasy, which she didn't have some time ago.

Ye Wanqing and the others were training separately, and Jiang Xu was with her.

It was not until Ye Wanqing heard the excited voice of Jiang Xu not far away that she came back to her senses. Seeing Jiang Xu single-handedly defeat a sacred beast that was stronger than him, she nodded slightly, with a flicker of approval on her face.

"good."

From the beginning until now, Jiang Xu's heart has been in his throat. It was not until he heard Ye Wanqing's slightly approving voice that he felt relieved. He suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand, and a hint of arrogance flashed in his eyes.

"Of course, don't you see whose disciple I am, Master?"

At this moment, several noisy voices suddenly rang out from different directions, interrupting their conversation.

Ye Wanqing looked at the people who came and raised her eyebrows. It was them.

"What kind of situation is this? More than a dozen people chasing two siblings? Master, I know them. They are from the Song royal family. One is the current Song Emperor, Song Xingjian, and the other is his sister, Song Jiaojiao."

"Oh, how did you know each other? Have you ever met each other?"

Hearing Jiang Xu's words, Ye Wanqing raised her eyebrows, with a hint of inquiry flashing in her eyes.

Jiang Xu waved his hand, a hint of helplessness flickering across his handsome face. "Not really, I just ran into them a few days ago when I was training alone. Speaking of which, they're really miserable. They've always been ostracized and targeted by people from other factions."

"Oh, really?" Ye Wanqing raised the corners of her lips, but her eyes flickered with some emotions that Jiang Xu couldn't understand. Under his shocked expression, a cold and somewhat majestic voice sounded.

"Go and lend a hand."

Jiang Xu's expression paused, as if he was a little overwhelmed. "Ah? Give me a hand? Whose hand?"

"Ok?"

"understand!"