Soul Devouring Sect,
Sitting cross-legged in the blood pool, Sect Master Zhao was meditating.
Dark red demonic energy swirled around his thin body, flowing in and out of his meridians like snakes!
At this time, a middle-aged man rushed into the cave and bowed deeply.
"Speak," the old man said without opening his eyes, his voice hoarse like metal scratching metal.
The middle-aged man spoke respectfully, "Sect Master, that Lucian guy has finally left his sect. Our spies report that he left with the Crown Prince."
The thin old man abruptly opened his bloody eyes, a crimson light flickering within them.
"Are you sure?" he asked in excitement. The blood pool beneath him bubbling in response to his agitation.
"Yes, our spies in the Royal City notified us just now. The Flying Treasure was seen arriving at the Imperial Palace this morning," the middle-aged man reported.