Aunt Xue's expression changed at once.
Holy Son?!
She looked at that handsome youth and said in disbelief:
"You're actually... the Devil Path Holy Son?!"
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both looked grave.
Only Mo Hua looked bewildered.
What was a Holy Son?
Bai Zixi knew he did not understand, so she explained softly:
"The master of the Demon Sect calls himself the Devil Master, and those qualified to inherit the position of Devil Master in the future are called Holy Sons..."
"The Holy Sons contend against one another, and the final victor becomes the next Devil Master."
"Most Holy Sons have outstanding bloodlines and extraordinary talent, and they cultivate the most orthodox Demon Sect techniques. Though they are not old, their status within the Demon Sect is extremely high."
Mo Hua looked over the "Holy Son" before him again.
He really was not old. He was probably only in his twenties, yet his cultivation was already very high—Foundation Establishment at the very least, and possibly even Golden Core.
He wore a blood-colored splendid robe. His skin was fair, his appearance handsome yet demonic, his pupils cold and arrogant, and there was an ancient-looking blood mark between his brows.
Among this group of people, only this youth had a blood mark between his brows.
Could this be the mark of a "Holy Son"?
While Mo Hua was sizing up the Holy Son, the Holy Son was also looking at him.
Liao Tiande leaned close to his ear and whispered something unknown. The Holy Son then smiled faintly, pointed at Mo Hua, and said:
"Leave this little brat for me!"
Bai Zisheng and the others were all somewhat stunned.
Mo Hua understood even less why this effeminate-looking fiend had singled him out and wanted him to stay.
Aunt Xue pulled Mo