As soon as he entered the Void, Fan Xuan wondered why that young man who called himself Brother Huan had asked him to shave his head.
His Divine Will fell on his hair, meticulously searching several times, but he couldn't find anything special.
After hesitating for a moment, Fan Xuan ran his hand through his hair, and his full head of black hair fell.
He felt that the young man seemed alright and there was no need for him to play any pranks on him.
Moreover, he was able to leave because of the other party's advice. The hair was shaved off, and it would soon grow back, so it didn't matter.
Fan Xuan looked at the black hair in his hand and tossed a flame onto it.
The hair turned to ashes, and a Mark of Divine Will appeared in Fan Xuan's Divine Will.
Fan Xuan's expression changed slightly, and then he sighed.
At this moment, everything became clear.
He laughed self-deprecatingly, thinking how foolish he was to need a stranger to remind him to wake up.
