The Radiant Wheel of Law (4)
"Venerable Apostle, would you please... accept this offering?"
Suddenly, someone called out to the Seventh Apostle.
She, who had been staring blankly at the young Grandmaster, slowly turned her head.
Her bright red eyes lowered, transforming into a gaze devoid of emotion.
She asked briefly, "Offering?"
"Yes, yes. Honorable Seventh Apostle."
The man had black hair mixed with red.
He was a Blood Sword of the Blood Flame Sect.
With an endlessly humble posture, blood smeared on his lips, he looked up at the Seventh Apostle.
At his feet lay a warrior draped in a black cloak, bite marks clear on his neck.
"......"
The Seventh Apostle quietly looked down at the Blood Sword.
Young in age, his face flushed with excitement.
It was a familiar expression.
She had seen it since birth.
All the followers she had encountered growing up revered her with that very face.
"The demonic essence of a pure-blooded seed is a delicacy. Please..."
The Blood Sword spoke.
"Madman!"
Another Blood Sword cried out in shock, rushing over with swift steps.
He pressed down on the back of the one who spoke of offerings and whispered urgently.