"Now the news of the death of the Holy Son has spread... There are also many theories on the island."

"clear."

Several people responded.

"Okay, let's go."

The old man waved his hand, his figure became faint, and disappeared from the sight of several people.

Several people looked at each other, unable to conceal their excitement.

But soon, they had other thoughts... There can only be one Holy Son.

If you pick one of them, they are the contenders.

"I know what you are thinking. Now that the Holy Son is dead, we just have a chance... Don't forget, there are competitors outside. It doesn't mean that we just have to choose one of us."

A young man with a strand of white hair on his forehead said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!