章 181: Chapter 97: Twelve Forms of Form-Intention Fist! Strong Blood Pill!_2

And what Su Changkong needed to do in return was to impersonate Sikong Yong when Meng Sang made his move, in order to get through the crisis.

Standing nearby, Sikong Huang was full of hope, pleading earnestly, "Third Brother, now that we don't know whether our eldest brother is alive or dead, this is the only way. As long as you are willing to help, you can take whatever Martial Arts resources or ancient scriptures of the Sikong Family's collection you want!"

Hearing Sikong Huang's plea, Su Changkong ultimately felt a tinge of softness in his heart.

After all, the three of them had drunk brotherhood wine together. Sikong Zhan had given him three precious Blood Refining Pills, and Sikong Huang had imparted to him her mastered Wind Thunder Archery without reservation.

He had unilaterally enjoyed their care. It indeed didn't align with his principles to sever ties when trouble arose.