"This matter, sir, is also not within your rights to know," Xiaoyaozi said solemnly, then shifted his tone, "Young Lord, I fear you also hail from the Land of the Forsaken Husk! After all, such matters are not known to ordinary people."
Upon hearing this, even the top experts present were stunned.
In fact, they had long suspected this, considering that Wukong's various actions were beyond comprehension.
Only the Shadow remained completely expressionless.
The Blood Garment was his faith. Regardless of who Wukong was, as long as it was an order from the Blood Garment, he would follow it unconditionally.
"That's right! I do come from the Land of the Forsaken Husk, but it doesn't hinder me from serving Lord Blood Garment!" Wukong responded crisply.
The top experts and other out-world experts said nothing more.
Now, it wasn't their place to speak, it was up to the Blood Garment. If the Blood Garment was willing to appoint this person as the Young Lord, then he was the Young Lord.
