The Elders looked at one another in dismay. They didn't understand what the Crown Prince suddenly meant.
"I wonder which Elder informed my father about the eleven Human Race Golden Core experts."
Ji Gui's words came to an abrupt halt as his gaze swept across the sixteen Supreme Elders of the Crescent Moon Clan. The latter all feigned composure, acting as if the informant the Crown Prince spoke of was not among them.
"Of course, I'm not here to assign blame. I simply wish to remind you, Elders, that some things must be taken to the grave." With his hands clasped behind his back, Ji Gui's voice suddenly turned menacing. "This concerns our Moon Clan's ten-thousand-year plan. There can be no mistakes!"
"Naturally." Mou Yuan, a Supreme Elder of the Upper Crescent, spoke in a grave voice. As the one with the highest cultivation Boundary among them, on the verge of the Nascent Soul realm, his words carried weight. "Rest assured, Crown Prince. We know what to say and what not to say."
