"He asked me... ten years ago... that night, was I at the foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain..."
"Ten years ago? Dragon Tiger Red Moon?"
Zhong Changming's brow twitched violently, unable to keep a look of surprise from appearing on his face.
Ten years ago, a great event occurred—at the foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain, countless experts lost their lives, the air thick with bloody mist, and even the bright moon seemed crimson.
This matter had an enormous impact, yet remained shrouded in secrecy, only known among the upper circles of the Daoist sects; privately, it was whispered as the "Dragon Tiger Red Moon."
"Master, at that time, did you..." Zhong Changming hesitated, unable to finish his words, casting a glance toward Master Xuanji.
Dragon Tiger Red Moon was tangled with too many powers. It was rumored that many Daoist sects were involved, with the Wuwei Sect's shadow within as well.
As to why that battle broke out, there are still countless opinions to this day.
