Chapter 1787: A Fake

Just when everyone was speculating, among the numerous world overlords on the ancient mountain, a young world overlord in long robes cast his glance at Ten Miles Springwind as he coldly spoke, "Who did you say is a bastard?"

"Huh?"

As the sound of this voice rang out, the attention of everyone instantly turned over. Earlier, Ten Miles Springwind said that he didn't know which bastard has comprehended the Time Monument Inscription a step before him. And now, this young man actually stood out to say something. What did this mean? Could it be…?

Ten Miles Springwind was staring at this person too. A strange look appeared on his face. Could it be that his cursing has drawn the inheritor out?

"You are?" Someone asked. This young world overlord before them didn't seem too familiar.