Yet somehow, both the demons and the Human Race cultivators present instinctively felt that this fellow and the hothead who had stood up for one of the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea did not belong to the same faction.
The youth's calm expression and unhurried bearing, as though nothing mattered to him, gave him an air entirely unlike that earlier man's.
It suggested he knew the factions of the Northern Endless Sea well enough that even Ghost Child, backed by a Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse, could not make him take notice.
That was precisely what piqued the curiosity of the demons and Human Race cultivators in the hall.
They all wondered what the youth had stepped forward to say.
"Good. Very good!"
Ghost Child had been about to deal a killing blow to the cultivator from the Southern Endless Sea when he was interrupted. His already gloomy face darkened further.
He glared at the white-robed figure.
It was as though, if Luo Yi's next words failed to satisfy him, the bone spikes jutting from his body would tear Luo Yi apart.
Luo Yi seemed not to notice. He could not even be bothered to look at the demon he had long since marked for death in his mind.
He calmly surveyed the hall and spoke in an indifferent tone.
Yet his words made the expressions of quite a few demons and Human Race cultivators change at once.
"You're blocking my view of something beautiful."
At last, everyone present knew exactly where the youth's wandering gaze had been directed.
It was on the beauties huddled in the center of the hall, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"Damn it. Has this kid let the little head rule the big one? Is he so blinded by beauty that he doesn't care about his own