Zhu Yongfu wore a troubled expression.
He returned to Tianji Pavilion and reported his observations.
"What did you say?"
Paper Fan Young Master immediately slid off the Pavilion Master's throne, his expression turning grave, "Inside Misty Sect, there is actually a young disciple whose head shines brightly?"
"Absolutely certain!"
Zhu Yongfu dared not lie, "What's more terrifying is that this person has a gleaming head without a single hair—just how senior of a Prophet must he be!"
"Are you certain he doesn't have a single hair?"
"I saw it clearly, he truly doesn't have one."
"Hiss!"
Paper Fan Young Master was filled with envy, but was not yet convinced, grabbing Zhu Yongfu by the collar, "Come, take me to see."
He was very curious to know if the bald young man mentioned by Zhu Yongfu was indeed from the Prophet Clan.
If that were the case, it would be incredible.
Within the Prophet Clan, the fewer hairs one had, the higher their status.
