"Hey! Did you forget? Didn't you reach the Seventeenth Layer 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 a mixture of envy and solemnity.
"Oh... now I remember!" Realization dawned on Li Xiaoya. He did remember: after he reached the Eighteenth Layer of the Hell Tower, the Red Token had mentioned his becoming a Holy Son. But at the time, his heart and mind had been fixed on the twin-pole netherflower. How could he have spared a thought for being a Holy Son? Only now, with Ancestor of Snow Domain bringing it up, did he recall it. He quickly asked, "Senior Brother Snow Domain, what exactly is a Holy Son?"
"A Holy Son is the hope of our human race!" Ancestor of Snow Domain answered solemnly, as though speaking of something sacred...
"Hope?" Li Xiaoya stared at him in surprise. He hardly thought there was anything sacred about it and hastily said, "I mean, what does a Holy Son do? Is our human race facing some kind of crisis?" His voice faded as he spoke. Don't go making me some savior again...
"I don't know about that either!" Ancestor of Snow Domain quickly replied. "Wait for Master to explain the details!" He seemed disinclined to say more. Suddenly, spiritual light flashed in his hand, and a ring appeared. He hurriedly told Li Xiaoya, "This is the Holy Son Ring, the ring that identifies you as a Holy Son. Wear it while you're on Dao Mountain, but it's best not to wear it when you go out. Your Hell Tower rewards are inside, too. I've put them all in there for you, Junior Brother!" With that, he handed the ring