บท 2081: A Dozen True Saints Gather

Si Qianjing's words perked up everyone.

They knew Si Qianjing's intention. Although all the great aristocratic families had True Saints, they were all hiding. So far, none of them had burned their blood essence to resume their peak state.

If Si Qianjing burned his blood essence, it would mean that he would be breaking the current balance, and the aristocratic families would have to weigh the situation.

It would be troublesome if Si Qianjing took advantage of his remaining lifespan to kill everyone having a grudge against the Si family.

Even the nine great aristocratic families were unwilling to see such a deterring power.

Si Qianjing was silent, but a glint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.

At this moment, a large group of people suddenly descended from afar.

"Si Qianjing, long time no see!" A voice entered Si Qianjing's ears.

Looking up, he saw an elderly man leading a large group of people to Dragon Burial Cave.