This was the symbol of the Crimson Phoenix, and only those at the helm owned it.
When he was young, he often played with it and asked Ye Huang curiously what it was used for.
Ye Huang told him that having this was equivalent to having the helm of the Phoenix sect, and it was a symbol of power too.
"Uncle Ye, this is?"
Ye Huang glanced at Fu Tingyu, the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile. "I've always treated your son as my grandson. I have no children. "In the future, Crimson Phoenix can't be without a person in power. I see that his bones are unique and he will be good at martial arts. I'm looking forward to the time when he can stand on his own."
Ye Huang and Fu Beichen were about the same age. He was almost 50 years old. He didn't even have a woman, not to mention a wife.
He had been single all these years.
He had never taken off their masks.
Not even Mu Shengwan had seen him without the mask.
