Vern felt frustrated that he had been forced to come to the edge of the world for his current duty. Overseeing mortals was the least desirable job and the rewards were basically nothing, but it had to be done. Vern had no friends or no important ones at least.
His slicked back blonde hair was not natural. He had been dying it for years yet cultivation was annoying in that as one advanced in realm, the corresponding dye or makeup would need to be at the same level to alter appearance beyond simple enhancement.
He was only a tier 4 Soul Realm but he had been much happier in Obsidian Cliff. It was a modest city in the Kingdom of Altair near the western border. Many mortal villages fed crops to it along with a few women now and again, but the current village had been regulated to the point it nearly collapsed.
