The Function of the Face
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Si Shifeng nodded and said, "Alright then. I just don't know if Qin Yu will take this opportunity to escape."
As he spoke, Si Shifeng's expression couldn't help but turn cold.
"The Si family can never lose, never," Si Shiyue said coldly.
After saying this, Si Shiyue glanced at the Semi-Saint next to him.
The Semi-Saint immediately understood what he meant. He walked forward and said with a smile, "Young Master Feng will not lose. Don't worry, Holy Son."
Si Shiyue didn't say anything. He took a sip of water and didn't say anything else.
Three days quickly passed. In these three days, Si Shifeng's injuries had not recovered. At most, he could only use half of his strength.
Outside the Sky City, the Si family had sent people to guard the place. As soon as Qin Yu appeared, they would be the first to notice him.
"This Qin Yu doesn't seem to have left Sky City," Si Shifeng said in a deep voice.