"A mere commoner, yet aspiring to the position of the Family Head—it's simply wishful thinking."
Two shadowy figures emerged from the darkness. The one who spoke was an old man clad in black.
"What The Elderly Ghost said is right. How about we simply take action now and eliminate this brat?" the middle-aged man suggested darkly.
The Elderly Ghost stood with his hands behind him near the window, his gaze gloomy. He shook his head. "No. That lesser son has a formidable expert at his side, and I don't have the confidence to defeat him. If they manage to escape, the repercussions will be unthinkable. This matter must be handled flawlessly. We'll wait until the Young Master's experts join us, then we can proceed with his execution."
"Who would have thought that a petty commoner could perfectly inherit the Old Family Head's Three-headed Snake Bloodline? It's utterly mind-boggling."
