Happy for his apprentice, and excited about his new status, he looked down at the hair he held, and his heart yet again began to thump.
“A lock of the Celestial’s hair… It was the only red hair on his head…. I can only imagine how important a treasured item like this would be to the Celestial….” Having reached this point in his train of thought, Bai Xiaochun glanced around subconsciously.
The cultivators that had previously been stationed here to guard the Underworld River Restricted Area were nowhere to be seen, leaving him completely alone. Perhaps it was the doing of the gravekeeper, or perhaps they left because of the shocking battle and the destruction of the Great Wall. The entire structure of the Wildlands would be changing. At this point, he gritted his teeth.
“Fudge. What the hell am I afraid of? Great-Grandpa Gravekeeper gave this to me! It's mine now!...