"The Bloodstone River," Damien muttered as he witnessed it with his own eyes.
It truly deserved its name. He couldn't even tell the difference between this water and true blood. Even from this distance, its consistency didn't seem the same as pure water.
Suddenly, a masked man appeared before them. His entire body was covered in a black cloak as well, making him look overly suspicious.
Yet, nobody would question him. It wasn't irregular for cultivators to hide their identities as such when they went out on adventures. Who knew what would happen?
There were many cases where naive rogue cultivators accidentally offended powerful young masters or similar people and had their entire lineages eradicated. Such concealment became a regular practice for those without backing.
Gazing at the suspicious man, the duo didn't feel any nervousness. They knew his purpose in approaching them.
