"He wore a blood-red robe and looked extraordinarily handsome."
Bai Luo described him from memory.
The old man froze, then said, "Hmph, he must be one of those old fossils ranked beyond a thousand.
Those old fossils are far from the Blood Master. Unlike us, who are closer to the Blood Master, they often dress like him to make themselves seem intimate with him."
Thinking of something, Black Yu could not help saying, "He also said that he was the Blood Master."
"What?" Light burst from the old man's cloudy eyes. Powerful strength erupted from his slight frame as he seized Black Yu by the collar. "He said he was the Blood Master??"
Everyone who had heard the Blood Master preach revered him beyond measure.
They regarded the Blood Master as their father and honored him as their teacher.
No one dared impersonate the Blood Master!
"What did he look like?" the little old man asked anxiously.
It was the first time Bai Luo and Black Yu had seen their master like this.
With a wave of Bai Luo's hand, a curtain of water appeared, within which a phantom took shape.
Yet the moment it formed, the phantom shattered.
It seemed some inexplicable force was preventing her from displaying Qi Yuan's appearance.
Seeing this, the little old man's eyes widened. "Could it... could it... truly be our benefactor and teacher?"
The Blood Master had been born sacred. No portrait could depict his face.
Nor could any Dao technique reveal his appearance.
Bai Luo was also stunned, recalling something.
When she had been young, she had admired the Blood Master greatly and once asked her master to show her his appearance. Yet just like today, it had been impossible to reveal it at all.
"Was he really the Blood Master?" Bai