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White Snail described, according to her memory, "He was dashingly handsome, dressed in a blood-red robe."
The old man froze for a moment, then grunted. "Hmph, must be one of those old fools beyond the thousand ranks. Those geezers are far from the Blood Master's side. Hence, they often imitate his attire to appear close to him."
Black Feather suddenly recalled something. "He also said that he was the Blood Master."
"What?!" The old man's clouded eyes burst into light. His frail body erupted with frightening strength as he grabbed Black Feather by the collar. "He said he's the Blood Master?!"
Everyone who had once listened to the Blood Master's sermons revered him deeply, acknowledging him as both father and master. No one dared to impersonate him.
The old man pressed urgently,...
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