Why aren’t you saying anything? Wang Baole murmured to himself. The quasi-dark child, who had pushed open the door with his right hand, laughed coldly and spoke provocatively.
He had sensed that many of the elders in his sect were now focused on this place. He hadn’t come to represent himself this time. He had come to represent his eldest senior brother, whom he held in great admiration.
In his and the other quasi-dark sons’minds, only his eldest senior brother was worthy of being called a dark son. He would be able to lead the dark sect in the future and return to the living world, allowing the dark sect to rise once again.
With such thoughts in mind, he naturally despised an outsider like Wang baole, especially since he was a dark son who was recognized by the Heavenly Dao and was once the ninth Elder’s dark dream disciple. This made him very unconvinced.
