"It was Wang Ge himself who told me, on the mountain near the Wangyou Sect, in that field of snow," Sikong Jing replied, his gaze fixed on Mo Ci.
"Impossible, impossible..."
Mo Ci still couldn't believe it. Every time Wang Ge saw Sikong Jing, she would have a setback.
If Sikong Jing had been masquerading as someone else, Wang Ge would not have told him, could not have told someone she didn't trust.
Seeing the crazed disbelief in Mo Ci's eyes, Sikong Jing spoke again, his voice distant, "Mo Ci, Wang Ge was nearly killed by Wang Qing. It was I who saved her with my own hands. Do you understand now?"
At his words, Mo Ci was stunned...
Gradually, her eyes widened in shock as she thought she saw black scales flicker across Sikong Jing's face.
Her body trembled, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "You are, you've always been... that beast."
