Before long, Yu Qingtan arrived at the mountain gate of the Blood God Cult. The gate was majestic and grand, with a faint scent of blood lingering in the air, yet it did not lose its solemnity and sacredness. Yu Qingtan stepped forward lightly, and the disciple guarding the gate bowed respectfully, promptly guiding her inside.
After passing through several pavilions, Yu Qingtan finally reached the Council Hall of the Blood God Cult. Inside, Fang Ling had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Yu Qingtan arrive, he quickly got up to greet her, his face beaming with a long-missed smile.
"Qing Tan, you've finally come!" Fang Ling said cheerfully, then led her to her seat.
"Brother Fang, it's been a while. I wonder, what urgent matter do you have for calling me here?" Yu Qingtan asked directly.