"Old Scar Head, you're reminiscing about the past again, dreaming of the heroism of your youth." Someone couldn't help but tease him upon seeing his expression.
"Who hasn't harbored lofty aspirations in their youth, once vowing to be the world's top tier..."
Old Scar Head muttered softly. He raised his hand, and a strand of blood energy entwined around his fingertips, revealing the cultivation of Refining Realm Sixth Transformation.
Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but be moved.
Strictly speaking, Old Scar Head was a cultivator, the pillar of their trade caravan, ensuring their safety all the way, all thanks to his cultivation.
It was said that in his youth, he abandoned his home and career to seek the Tao, even disregarding the pleas of his newlywed wife, leaving for three years in one go.
When he returned three years later, he just in time for the full-moon celebration of his child.