Hearing even Si Lisao say this, Si Mingjing's heart settled. "Good, I understand. Please look after the other children for me, brothers."
"Don't worry, I'm not leaving just yet." Si Lisao, having heard that it was difficult to win over the people of Baitown City, decided to stay and deal with the matter.
Si Mingjing didn't know that the citizens of Baitown City had organized a large-scale protest march demanding the release of Old Mu from the Mystery Sect. Now, the crowd had surrounded the city hall, chanting that they wouldn't be slaves of a conquered nation.
Si Lisao stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of the city government building. He looked out at the deep sea, shimmering with ripples, where countless people had gathered. He frowned deeply, his expression exceptionally grim.
He said, "I'll stay and handle matters in Baitown City before I leave. Where is The Third Eye?"
