He waved his hand, no longer entangled in the topic, and with a flick, Spiritual Power gathered in the air, transforming into the scene outside the mountain gate.
Gao Xuan remained kneeling on the ground, while Cao Zhengyang and Mo Xingjian anxiously looked inside, their faces full of worry.
"Just like what I told you last time at Canglan Mountain," Sikong Yan's voice suddenly softened, becoming even more dangerous.
"Let's play a game and see if this Gao Xuan will choose his daughter or friendship."
He tilted his head, looking at Mo Xingjian: "How about your master? If he can take your master's life, I'll hand his daughter over to him."
Sikong Yan turned to Zhou Qing: "What do you think?"
Murderous intent burst forth from Zhou Qing, the temperature in the hall seemed to instantly drop to freezing: "He can't do it."
"I know," Sikong Yan said indifferently, "after all, your uncle is still here."
