The elders laughed as Hao Ren stood defiant before them holding his sword. They thought this young man was joking with them, reaching out to hold the stars that lay beyond the reach of even them, the stronger experts of the cultivation world.
Old Mao was a dainty old man, with a dragon beard that reached his chest, and at the moment, he was scrutinizing Hao Ren with great interest. The young man had hidden his Halo, because the system had told him earlier, after becoming a saint, he didn't need to reveal it to anyone. The Halo will turn into a tattoo and merge with his skin. As the practitioner advanced on the path of sainthood, the comprehension would be etched in the Halo on its own.
