"Hey! Have you forgotten? Didn't you reach the seventeenth floor of the Hell Tower? That made you a Holy Son of the Human Race Alliance!" Ancestor of Snow Domain paused at his words, then looked at Li Xiaoya with both envy and solemnity.
"Oh... now I remember!" Understanding dawned on Li Xiaoya. He recalled that after he reached the eighteenth floor of the Hell Tower, the red token had mentioned his becoming a Holy Son. But at the time, all his attention had been on the twin-pole netherflower. How could he have spared a thought for becoming a Holy Son? Only now, with Ancestor of Snow Domain bringing it up, did he remember. He quickly asked, "Senior Brother Snowfield, what is a Holy Son?"
"A Holy Son is the hope of our human race!" Ancestor of Snow Domain said solemnly, as though speaking of something sacred...
"Hope?" Li Xiaoya stared at Ancestor of Snow Domain in surprise. He certainly did not see what was so sacred about it and quickly asked, "I mean, what does a Holy Son do? Don't tell me our human race is facing some crisis?" His voice grew subdued. Don't saddle me with some savior business again...
"I don't know that either!" Ancestor of Snow Domain hurriedly replied. "You'll have to wait for Master to explain the details!" He seemed unwilling to say more. Suddenly, spiritual light flashed in his hand, and a ring appeared. He quickly told Li Xiaoya, "This is the Holy Son Ring, the proof of your status as a Holy Son. Wear it when you're on Dao Mountain, but it's best not to wear it when you go outside. Your rewards from the Hell Tower are inside too. I've put them all in there for you, Junior Brother!" With that, he handed