The Great Elder of the Ghost Race was startled upon hearing the words, then a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Participate in the competition?
These two so-called "Omens" who were exiled from the tribe were lucky to survive back then. Now they even dare to hope to return to the Ghost Race to participate in the competition?
"Ignorant fools!" he sneered silently in his heart.
A mere Commander Level human, even with the protection of a Monarch Peak Blood Clan, what of it?
The ten elders of the Ghost Race are all at Monarch Peak, and the Clan Leader is a Totem Level powerhouse...
Do they hope to challenge the entire Ghost Race with just one Monarch Peak Blood Clan?
Dream on!
The surrounding Ghost Race members who heard Aster Grant's request all wore expressions of ridicule.
"Did I hear wrong? A human bringing two worthless individuals wishing to participate in our competition?"
"What a joke, exiled trash wanting to come back?"
"I think they're tired of living, why not just..."
