"Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect…" Han Yu whispered, his voice barely audible.
The words sent a strange tremor through his chest. He repeated them again, tasting the syllables, the weight they carried.
"Divine Blood… Slaughtered Moon…"
Every part of that name exuded menace.
It was no wonder their disciples were so ruthless. A sect that bore such a name could not have been righteous in nature. Whether they were demonic cultivators, ancient bloodline warriors, or something else entirely, Han Yu didn't know.
But he could feel it in his bones... this sect had once been powerful beyond comprehension. Far beyond even the standards of a top sect like the Twin Leaf Peak Sect.
He folded the scroll again with care and placed it beside him, then stared up at the dark canopy above.
