"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.
