"…"
"You are the Lord of the Blood Moon Sect? Then I say I'm the Pagoda Sword Master, do you believe me?" Ye Qingtang tried not to laugh.
"No." The man still replied coldly.
Ye Qingtang felt a headache as she stared at the imitated blood moon at the man's glabella. How obsessed was the man towards the Blood Moon Sect? He could choose to pretend to be anyone, but he had to call himself the supreme Blood Moon Sect Lord.
Though Ye Qingtang had never met the real Blood Moon Lord, she had seen the blood moon on the Blood Moon Sect Elder's glabella. Obviously, it was different from the one at the man's glabella.
When the ability of a cultivator had reached a certain level, one would be able to freeze their appearance and remain in their youth forever. However, during the peak period, the Blood Moon Lord was as famous as the Pagoda Sword Master and the Ultimate Elder. Rumors said that they were dead for at least a thousand years.
