Gathering I

Heavenly Curtain Pavilion.

Inside the tea room, red walls stood on all four sides, and the floor lay bare.

Within the several dozen square meters, there was only a set of low table and chairs placed in the center.

At either side of the dark-red long table, Zhang Rongfang and Yue Dewen sat facing each other.

"So, are you Moon God now, or Yue Dewen? Can you tell me?" Zhang Rongfang asked seriously.

He had changed into casual clothes, tied up his long hair, and concealed the Blood Flame in his eyes. He looked like an ordinary martial son from a wealthy family.

His pale skin could easily be mistaken for the result of long-term idleness and lack of exercise.

But Moon God—or rather, Yue Dewen—would not think so.

After the great upheaval just now, he had truly come to understand just how much weight the title Blood Immortal Dao Ancestor carried.

Ou Nan and he could not even handle an ordinary demon, much less face the higher Thirteen Demons.

And beyond them were the even stronger Three Kings, as well as that bizarre Faceless Man.

Had Zhang Rongfang not acted in time on this trip, he would have been dead as a doornail.

"I don't really know either." Moon God lifted his tea and gazed at the tender leaves gently bobbing within, falling into thought.

"During the time I lived in seclusion in the Underground City, I extracted every Spirit Thread from my body. Now, I am utterly and completely an ordinary person. No—perhaps even ordinary martial artists are in better physical condition than I am now. Extracting Spirit Threads causes immense damage to the body."

"The Spirit Separation Machine?" Understanding dawned on Zhang Rongfang, and he sighed. "Master, why didn't you come find me?"

"Nonsense. Am I the