"Fuck!"
"It's a Ghost Beast host already?"
An uproar immediately broke out in midair.
"Are they screwing people over? Getting the Yousi Sword makes you a Ghost Beast host?"
"For all we know, this guy might have broken through to the Sovereign Stage in the White Cavern. His identity as a smuggler hasn't even been confirmed—how did you decide he's a Ghost Beast host?"
"By that logic, if any of us gets the Yousi Sword, does that make us the next Ghost Beast host?"
"Um, what are you all talking about? What... is a Ghost Beast host?"
Noisy discussions erupted one after another.
Lan Ling's ill-timed words had indeed made misunderstanding far too easy.
Though they trusted the Red Robes deep down, everyone chose to stop in their tracks.
Likewise, putting themselves in his shoes, no one wanted to be falsely accused.
Even though the one who had obtained the Yousi Sword was not them, they all spoke up in unspoken accord.
But clearly—
These insignificant people simply could not make the Red Robes stop.
The instant Lan Ling finished speaking, several teleportation arrays suddenly flashed around the sword-wielding man in the void.
The next moment, more than a dozen Red Robes shot forth.
"Bloody slander!"
"Red Robes... bloody slander!"
The square-faced man gripping the vicious sword had undisguised panic on his face.
As he cursed furiously, he looked back at those who had halted in midair.
"This is how the Red Robes conduct themselves. Have you all seen it?"
"If I'm taken down without so much as distinguishing black from white, then the next to die will be some one of you!"
"Ghost Beast host—what a grave charge. Red Robes, you really are..."
Halfway through his words—
The man seemed to choke, his voice abruptly cutting off.
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