Hou Niao, brandishing his great saber, accepted the worship of the people of the grasslands, a gesture that represented not only honor but also responsibility.
It was time for him to rightfully possess a systematized strength of his own; this idea was destined to be impossible within the confines of the Shan Sect Quanzhen, so he had to start from the periphery. The Golden Bloodline of the grasslands was his only choice.
"If we were to reshape the Golden Inheritance, should we contact the Elder Council?" This was Hou Niao's question, as he had not met any Golden Core strong persons on the grasslands during his two visits.
