The little guy was happy after hearing those words. He had constantly been at a loss as to whether or not to eat this archaic descendant. Now, there was finally a satisfactory solution.
“What items do we have for exchange?”
“Wait a moment, we need to confirm whether or not this is of the spirit race.” A mysterious person walked out from within the emperor carriage, and his entire body was being covered by a black cloak as he spoke out in a rough voice.
“This creature is from the spirit race?” The expressions of several disciples from the Heaven Mending Pavilion changed. They looked at each other, and couldn’t help but feelemotionally stirred.
The spirit race was a type of Archaic descendant. Their numbers were extremely few, however, the race still held enough power to make people tremble. The creature who the little disciple killed had an entirely silver body, and he ought to have the blood of emperors.