Following the Old Daoist's gaze... instead of a banner, all that met the eye was a flagpole swaying wildly in the air. Beigong Yu's aged face instantly flushed crimson, yet he still did not lower his guard, keeping his locked stare on the Old Daoist. The blood-colored battle saber in his hand continued to emit a hair-raising blade aura.
Upon seeing this, the Old Daoist felt not the slightest bit displeased; on the contrary, he appreciated Beigong Yu's lack of convention even more.
In the face of life and death, what did being stark naked matter?
For the young man to make such a decision and judgment in a split second was truly remarkable.
After all, if most people encountered such a situation, their very first reaction would surely be to cover themselves up to save face, wouldn't it?
Yet this kid was different.
That alone was exceptionally good.
Another point was... the boy had a full head of silver hair.
This, too, was quite peculiar.
If he remembered correctly, across the entire Xuanhuang Realm, there was only a single faction possessing silver hair.
This was tied to their bloodline.
Chapter 20