In the Empire of Aurora, the glow from the steel temple under the palace burned everyone's eyes and illuminated the impossible to hide motley of Bai Heng's hair.
Even if a speck of darkness had appeared in the arrogant, artificial pure white, it still would have been this unsightly; it still would have been this… boundless and indistinct.
"Back to the matter at hand." Bai Heng shook his head and sighed. "For such a long time, I have followed my own will. I have gone against the trend of the times, I have fooled around, and many people are curious: do I have any secrets that are not bound by the blood of Devas?"
Facing Tung Wang Kung and Yunlou Qingshu's shocked expression, Bai Heng smiled happily.
"Yes, I do," he nodded, then said seriously, "because I am not even a Deva."