Chapter 966: Patriarch Shuo, the Truth of the Blood Space
Xu Zimo looked at the Red-robed Elder.
The aura within him was boundless and endless, its vast pressure rolling in like a tide.
Clad in a red robe, he stood quietly before the caravan, his face painted with thick makeup.
He was short, only around one and a half meters tall.
At this moment, he grinned at Xu Zimo.
"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked with a frown.
"Could I speak with you alone, Young Master?" the red-robed elder asked with a smile.
Xu Zimo pondered as he glanced at the caravan, then finally nodded slightly.
He followed behind the elder, his figure like a soaring eagle as he scaled the rock wall to one side.
In little more than ten seconds, they had leaped atop the cliff and stood at its peak.
A cold wind suddenly rose, making their robes flap sharply.
"Before introducing myself, I would like to ask Young Master a question first," the red-robed elder said with a kind smile.
"How have you found these past few days in the Blood Space?"
"Nothing much," Xu Zimo replied indifferently.
"You are speaking against your heart," the red-robed elder said with a smile.
"If you had refused that young girl just now, I would not have appeared. I would have let you continue looking around this Blood Space.
"But you took her onto the carriage, so I decided to come out."
"This is the Blood Space?" Xu Zimo looked at him and spoke calmly.
"Why is it different from what I understood?"
"Come with me somewhere. Once we arrive, you will understand everything," the red-robed elder said.
He extended his right hand and tore open the void before them.
Within the void, Xu Zimo sensed the aura of