Chapter 132. Journey to the North
"Everyone in the Crimson Blood Sect, hear me!" The sect master roared, his voice trembling with fury. "Whoever finds Phantom Blackwood will become my personal disciple. You won’t need to worry about resources until you reach the Grandmaster Warrior level!"
The thousands of disciples and hundreds of elders of the Crimson Blood Sect echoed his anger, their faces twisted with the same wrath.
Tyler stood among the disciples, sighing inwardly. He had been summoned by the sect master for interrogation, and the tension weighed heavily on him.
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The sect master’s study room was a chamber of ominous grandeur. The walls were adorned with ancient skulls, their hollow eyes emanating a faint crimson glow. Blood energy swirled in the air like a living mist, converging around a levitating blood pool that pulsed ominously above the chamber.
The sect master, draped in dark robes, sat upon a throne of black stone, his fingers resting on the table before him. His gaze, cold and penetrating, fixed on Tyler, who stood before him.
With a calm yet authoritative voice, the sect master commanded, "Explain everything that happened."
"I encountered the young master on that floating island. We heard rumours about an elf on a certain rocky island near the Level 1 Fishery. The young master didn’t wait for us and left in a hurry. Now that I think about it, the one who spread the rumours was likely Mash," Tyler said, deliberately omitting that he accompanied the young master and the disciples.
The sect master released a terrifying pressure, making Tyler feel suffocated. But the sect master quickly withdrew it.
"Alright," the sect master nodded, waving his hand. Lily was pulled in from outside and fell to the floor.
"It seems you truly care about your subordinate, considering how anxiously you were waiting outside," the sect master remarked.