Sikong Jiu pointed a trembling finger at the black-cloaked culprit, stammering, "Y-Y-You are … Feng Luotian!! Why are you still alive?"
Sikong Jian and the others stood with their eyes wide open, all sharing the same thought: Wasn't he already dead in Never Return Chasm?
Sikong Jian even doubted his brother's words and placed more trust in his father's account.
Sikong Jiu was still pointing, his arm visibly unsteady. The name he had blurted out had reached the people behind them, and their attention had shifted to the hood. Sikong Jian looked from his brother to the figure beside Heron Lord, unwilling to let a frightened recognition settle the question.
The recognition had come too quickly for him to accept it. His brother was pointing at a man their father had declared dead. The voice might have shaken Sikong Jiu, but Sikong Jian still had the certainty of Sparrow Lord's account to set against it.
