"He, ah, was cloaked in a crimson robe, looking exceptionally handsome."
Bailuo described based on her memory.
The old man paused, then scoffed, "Humph, he obviously isn't in the top ranks.
Those old things who are far from the Blood Master often dress like him in order to appear close to the Master."
Heiyu seemed to recall something and said, "He also claimed to be the Blood Master."
"What?" The old man's cloudy eyes sparkled with surprise, and his frail body emanated a powerful aura, grabbing Heiyu's collar, "He said he's the Blood Master??"
Those who have heard the Blood Master's doctrine respect him immensely.
They view him as a father, and tribute him as a teacher.
No one would dare to impersonate the Blood Master!
"What does he look like?" The old man asked anxiously.
Both Bailuo and Heiyu have never seen their master showing such expressions.
Bailuo waved her hand, and a water curtain appeared, within which a shadow was forming.
