"I'll be fine on my own. You don't need to follow me." The "North Ridge Sacred Son" frowned slightly when he saw the people around him still dogging his every step.
"What is there about the North Ridge Sacred Ground that I don't know? I don't need you to go out of your way to introduce it. Go back, all of you."
The people around him exchanged glances and spoke to one another through voice transmissions.
"Did this fake Holy Son not hear her thoughts? Why isn't he afraid at all?"
"I'm afraid this fake Holy Son heard her thoughts too. He simply doesn't care."
"No, look. He hasn't reacted at all, and his expression hasn't changed. He just keeps frowning at us. That doesn't look like someone who heard her thoughts. Could he be the only one who can't hear them?"
Some offered that guess as well.
But one thing they could be certain of was that the "Holy Son" before them was definitely a fake!
Because the Holy Son could never be this agreeable!
Had they dared do something like this, the Holy Son would already have swung his hammer and beaten them up. How would they have had a chance to chatter over one another?
[Lan Yue: Wait, I actually got slapped in the face by the facts. This man in front of me isn't from the Devil Race at all. He really is a pure human!]
[But why would a human disguise himself as the Holy Son? He must still be a spy sent by the Devil Race!!]
[Wait, wait. This man isn't even in disguise. He's actually the genuine article! An authentic North Ridge Sacred Son? How is that possible?]
Exactly. How was that possible?
Everyone present found it unbelievable too.
"Senior, you spent so