The name Jiang Changyue was naturally fake.
There were certainly people throughout the Federation with that name, but none who matched the black-clad man's characteristics.
Heng Yongxing had tracked down quite a few Jiang Changyues, but none of them were the target.
The matter of the Cold Moon Art had also surprised the Heng Family.
Could it be that he had deciphered that half of the Star Stele himself?
Even if he had deciphered it, something was still wrong. The Cold Moon Art was merely a mid-tier, mid-grade technique; it was impossible to cultivate it to the Star Spirit level.
Or did this person possess the subsequent stages of the technique?
All these doubts remained unanswered.
Heng Yongxing sought out Jiang Changkong again and asked him about Jiang Changyue and the Cold Moon Art.
"Jiang Changyue? The Cold Moon Art?"
Jiang Changkong was slightly startled, somewhat astonished. "He said his name was Jiang Changyue?"
"You didn't know?" Heng Yongxing and Li Changtian were utterly dumbfounded. Weren't you two good friends?
"I already told you, I'm not that familiar with him." Jiang Changkong sighed softly. "I never expected him to use that name."
"So it really is a fake name?" Heng Yongxing sighed, his face full of disappointment.
"I don't know either." Jiang Changkong spread his hands.
"What exactly do you know? Could you stop not knowing everything?"
Heng Yongxing and Li Changtian were speechless. Every other word out of his mouth was that he didn't know or wasn't sure.
"Well, I only had one heart-to-heart talk with him." Jiang Changkong shrugged. "I only know a little."
"Here." Heng Yongxing's mouth twitched as he took out two hundred Star Stones. "This is all I have. I even borrowed it."
"Fine, then I'll tell you everything I know."
Jiang Changkong accepted the