"Which one?" Cen Qiaofu had been led in and asked instinctively.
"Red Robes?"
"Saint Slave?"
"Ghost Beasts?"
The masked man listed three options and laughed himself. "Even I don't think much of those existences. Would they?"
Cen Qiaofu's face darkened.
You're the Saint Slave's First Seat. Is that any way to belittle yourself?
"Heh." The masked man seemed to know what he was thinking and immediately grinned.
"But in this White Cavern, other than those three, who else could catch a Holy Emperor's eye?"
Cen Qiaofu paid it no mind and continued, "The rest are all insignificant youngsters... Could it be the smugglers?"
"Those sneaking about in the shadows are even less likely to catch their eye," the masked man said.
"Then... the trial-takers?"
Cen Qiaofu was stunned. "So it really is a young person?"
He found it hard to imagine that, after all the Holy Emperor's plotting, their gaze had ultimately settled on a youth.
"A young person still has to grow, doesn't he?"
"Leaving aside whether they might die halfway through, can they really wait for a young person to grow up?" Cen Qiaofu did not believe it.
The masked man smiled at that.
"They've waited this long already. Would they be in such a hurry now?"
"Who is it, exactly?!" Cen Qiaofu grew anxious.
He simply could not think of any young person in the White Cavern who could enter a Holy Emperor's sights.
Luo Leilei? Lei Shuangxing? No.
One was not qualified.
The other had his own mission. Where would he find the time? So, was it someone from Holy Spirit Hall? "No."
The masked man's eyes rolled, and he immediately knew Cen Qiaofu had gone astray. "You know that person too. You've even 'met' him."
"Met?"
Cen Qiaofu was bewildered by the First Seat's deliberately