The scent of incense hung heavy in the air as Fang Yueying, leader of the Crimson Sky Sect, traced intricate patterns on the floor of her guest quarters. Droplets of blood followed her fingertip, forming complex arrays that pulsed with an eerie crimson light.
A soft knock at the door interrupted her concentration. Without looking up, she called out, "Enter."
Wei Zihao slipped into the room, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the blood arrays. "Sect Leader Fang, I bring a message from Young Master Lin."
Fang Yueying straightened, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh? And what does the prodigious young master have to say?"
Wei Zihao's voice lowered as he relayed Lin Fei's words. As he spoke, Fang Yueying's expression shifted from amusement to intense interest.