Celestial Curtain Pavilion.
Inside the tearoom, surrounded by red walls, the floor was empty.
In an area of dozens of square meters, only a set of low table and chairs sat in the center.
On the dark red long table, Zhang Rongfang and Yue Dewen sat opposite each other.
"So, are you the Moon God now, or are you Yue Dewen? Can you tell me?" Zhang Rongfang asked seriously.
He changed into casual clothes, his long hair tied up, and the blood flame in his eyes restrained, looking just like an ordinary rich family's martial arts disciple.
His pale skin could easily be mistaken for the result of long periods without labor or exercise.
But at this moment, the Moon God, or rather Yue Dewen, certainly wouldn't think so.
After experiencing significant changes just now, he truly understood the weight behind the title of Blood Immortal Ancestor.
He and Ounan couldn't even handle an ordinary demon, let alone face the thirteen high-ranking demons.
