"Cancel?"
Xiao Wenshan was taken aback, and then seemed to understand something, revealing a thoughtful expression.
.......
North of the Sky Peak Mountain Range, on the day of advancing five hundred miles, a stretch of tents appeared on the grassland.
In the center stood a golden tent where a feast was being held.
Sitting in the main seat was a strong man wearing a dark golden magical robe.
His neck and arms, along with his back, were inscribed with totem patterns. His slightly yellowish hair was braided into small braids by his ears, with the ends of the braids tied with miniature human skulls, the size of fingers. These skulls were mostly golden, with only two exceptions showing a purple-golden hue.
These golden skulls have significant origins, each one is from a Taoist Platform Realm expert, beheaded after being defeated, softened and shrunk via secret techniques, becoming trophies.
