"Could it be that brat wasn't as mysterious and unfathomable as he looked? Was he just putting on airs?"
At the thought, the Ghost Child Clan Elders instinctively looked toward Ghost Child.
"Young master, before you do this, you'd best notify that person first."
"That way, they can send enough reinforcements to act alongside us. Even if we run into a False Immortal we can't handle, they'll be able to save us in time!"
After offering that quiet warning, the Ghost Child Clan Elders looked away, but unease suddenly took hold of them.
If they truly meant to attack a Heavenly Prodigy from a top Human Race faction, they could hardly make a spectacle of it. They needed to find a deserted place and ambush him there.
Besides, they had seen the White-Robed Youth suppress them with a turn of his hand in the Golden Mountain Ninety-Ninth-Floor Hall.
If they wanted to kill him in secret, the few of them clearly weren't enough.
Ghost Child had suffered a crushing setback and nearly lost his life, yet he still dared to plot revenge in secret.
The chief reason was simple: the Ghost Child Clan had only approached the First Princess of the North Sea Dragon Palace to request the medicine.
Someone else was the one who actually needed that life-saving treasure.
If the three people responsible for transporting the Treasure Pill that could repair the Divine Soul were willing to act, taking revenge on the White-Robed Youth might well be possible.
After all, Ghost Child wasn't the only one who had been slapped by the young man. Aside from those who hadn't made a move,
everyone who had attacked had taken a heavy slap from the White-Robed Youth.
Even after all this time, the palm prints on their faces still faintly