"What do we do?" Shen Yunjiao looked at Zhao Zuo, her eyes asking the silent question.
The Blood-clothed Man wore a Taoist Robe the color of blood, its sleeves fluttering gently like flowing threads of blood. Even his hair and eyebrows were blood-red, and he emanated an eerie aura. Time had left no mark on his face, his skin smooth... He looked to be in his forties.
His eyes were deep and sharp, radiating a barely perceptible anger that made Zhao Zuo and Shen Yunjiao instinctively fearful. When he appeared, a crimson hue washed over the surroundings, adding an air of mystery and darkness.
"It should be fine," Zhao Zuo said in a low voice. He refused to believe a Foundation Establishment expert from the Moyun Sect would just stand by and watch a Demon Path cultivator break the rules by personally attacking juniors.
