Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Blood God Sect.
Di Shitian sat cross-legged in the center of the blood pool, his body wreathed in thick, baleful aura. His soul injuries had mostly recovered, but the demonic mark between his brows was much dimmer.
"Xuesha, you have greatly disappointed your master," Di Shitian said, opening his eyes to look at Xuesha, who was kneeling by the edge of the blood pool. "You couldn't even take care of a puny junior at the Soul Formation Stage?"
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