Berserk God of War

Chapter 1274: Chapter 1274: A Chance Encounter, Your Good Fortune Today

Wen Luo was slightly stunned when she heard this, but soon she understood.

Junior Brother Sikong had saved Master Wuji’s life and naturally, having the Token of the Emperor’s Limitless Weapon was not unusual. With the status of a person associated with the Emperor’s Limitless Weapon, entering the Ice King Round Tower wouldn’t lead to any blame from Master Wuji’s side either.

And the token in Sikong Jing’s hand was precisely given by Little Liang, allowing him to act conveniently within Wanbing City.

The guard of the Ice King Round Tower’s eyes focused slightly, then spoke in a normal tone: “So it’s someone from Master Wuji’s side, please come in.”

Since they were not disciples of the top elite forces of the Central Plains, there was no need to show a particularly good attitude. But with Master Wuji’s identity and status, people from his side definitely had the qualification to enter and attend the banquet…

Just like that, Sikong Jing put away the token and entered the Ice King Round Tower along with Wen Luo.

However, the Ice King Round Tower was very large, so there was still a servant of the Ice King Round Tower leading them forward.

At this moment, the two of them also saw the Ice King Tower, the tallest building in Wanbing City, located at the center of the Ice King Round Tower. But after just a glance, Sikong Jing withdrew his gaze, completely uninterested.

Right now, he just wanted to quickly head to the center of the banquet to find his sister.

“Hmm?”

At this moment, Sikong Jing suddenly stopped walking because a group of people approached from the corridor, led by a young man in a magnificent golden robe, exuding an extraordinarily outstanding aura.

It seemed that wherever he was thrown, he would draw attention.

Beside the golden-robed youth, there was a middle-aged man in armor of ice, full of respectful deference.

At this moment, the servant leading Sikong Jing said, “Hurry up and move aside, that is our Sect Master and an important guest of the Sect Master.”

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jing was slightly stunned.

The deferential one was actually the Sect Master of the Ice King Sect, the most powerful local force in Wanbing City, and the golden-robed youth was evidently a very important guest of the Ice King Sect.

Someone who could make the Ice King Sect Master so deferential like a servant was likely to be a super genius from some top elite force.

Sikong Jing silently judged in his heart.

The servant did urge them to quickly move aside, but Sikong Jing and Wen Luo stood their ground. It was simply laughable; Wunian Saint Sect was also a top presence in the Central Plains, so why should they make way for others?

Since Sikong Jing was posing as a disciple of Wunian Saint Sect, he naturally needed the confidence of Wunian Saint Sect.

Meanwhile, the group opposite them immediately noticed the presence of the two.

The Ice King Sect Master gave them a quick look and then suddenly paused, frowned and called out: “Sikong Buwang.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Luo’s mouth dropped wide open, questioning how they could be recognized so quickly when they had come to hide their identities?

Moreover, the one recognizing Junior Brother Sikong was the host of this very banquet, the Sect Master of the Ice King Sect.

Sikong Jing was also slightly taken aback for a moment, but quickly understood.

Many strong individuals had gone to rescue Master Wuji back then, and as for the Ice King Sect Master, he was naturally among them, so he would recognize him at first sight as the so-called savior of Master Wuji.

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing directly stepped forward, smiled and replied, “Ice King Sect Master, I’m late.”

His words fell, but the Ice King Sect Master’s frown continued to stay tightly knotted.

Even his gaze slowly shifted toward the golden-robed youth beside him, as if asking how he wanted to handle the situation?

Because the existence of the golden-robed youth wasn’t something he wanted anyone to know about, yet unexpectedly, Sikong Buwang’s lateness had him stumble upon it, particularly since Sikong Buwang was closely associated with the Emperor’s Limitless Weapon…

Sikong Jing, of course, noticed the look from the Ice King Sect Master.

After casting a glance at the golden-robed youth, he asked: “Ice King Sect Master, are you saying I can’t enter just because I’m late?”

In response, the Ice King Sect Master still didn’t reply.

Instead, it was the golden-robed youth who suddenly spoke: “So, it’s you, Sikong Buwang, who saved Master Wuji.”

His voice was gentle and elegant, like a breeze of spring.

Sikong Jing raised his eyes slightly, their gazes meeting in an instant, though there was no tension, as the golden-robed youth’s gaze held a noble arrogance overlooking all life, while Sikong Jing remained calm and unruffled.

The next moment, Sikong Jing withdrew his gaze and asked, “Indeed, and you are?”

To this, the golden-robed youth certainly did not reply, but continued to look at Sikong Jing with an exceedingly noble gaze.

Then he actually took a few steps forward, reaching out his hand as if to pat Sikong Jing on the shoulder. His motion seemed habitual, like he was patting a subordinate he was very fond of…

However, just as the golden-robed youth’s hand was about to make contact with Sikong Jing’s shoulder.

Sikong Jing had already stepped aside.

The golden-robed youth’s hand, of course, struck thin air, his expression momentarily frozen, and the scene became somewhat awkward.

The next second… Thud!

The heavy sound of footsteps suddenly rang out, and a group of guard-like figures behind the golden-robed youth revealed a murderous intent, stepping forward in unison during the awkwardness caused by the golden-robed youth.

Their gazes were sharp and domineering, stirring a strong urge in Wen Luo beside Sikong Jing to channel her True Qi.

Sikong Jing could also sense the killing intent from the opposite side, but he remained expressionless, a gleam of doubt in his eyes.

In just an instant, the golden-robed youth gently waved his hand.

Instantly, the guards behind him withdrew their killing intent in unison, retreating to their original positions…

And the golden-robed youth naturally did not continue trying to pat Sikong Jing’s shoulder, but instead said, “You’re quite good, I rather admire you.”

“If there’s a chance, I’d like to invite you for a drink.” The golden-robed youth added lightly.

Hearing this, Sikong Jing, meeting the gaze of the golden-robed youth, which seemed like that of a deity looking upon a mortal, calmly replied, “Thank you for the admiration, but I’m not particularly fond of drinking with strangers…”

He did not further inquire who the golden-robed youth was; since the other party was not prepared to answer, asking further would bring no pleasure.

Yet Sikong Jing had clearly expressed himself fully: without even giving your name, why should I drink with you?

As soon as his words fell, the guards behind the golden-robed youth once again had a cold gleam in their eyes, as if Sikong Jing’s refusal was a heinous crime, an unforgivable offense.

But once again, the guards’ reactions were halted by the golden-robed youth.

Subsequently, the golden-robed youth burst into laughter, “Rest assured, it won’t be long before you know who I am, and by then, you’ll certainly be willing to drink with me… Alright, go on in and attend the banquet.”

At the end, he still spoke in a tone that commanded subordinates, then the golden-robed youth brushed past Sikong Jing…

The guards immediately followed, each giving Sikong Jing a cold stare.

Meanwhile, the Ice King Sect Master fell behind at the end.

He too brushed past Sikong Jing, lightly saying, “Brother Sikong, very soon you will understand that today’s encounter was a fortune cultivated by your life’s practice, and you will feel extremely honored.”

With those words, not waiting for any reply from Sikong Jing, the Ice King Sect Master swiftly followed after them.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded, yet Sikong Jing remained expressionlessly pondering something.

Beside him, Wen Luo had already spoken up: “What nonsense, declaring that meeting him is Brother Sikong’s lifelong fortune, once Brother Sikong truly becomes a core disciple of the Changqing Lineage, who knows whose fortune that will be.”

Clearly, Wen Luo was very dissatisfied with the condescending attitude of the golden-robed youth just now.