Volume One, Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Five
The people from the other factions wore envious expressions. The master of the Blood Long Gate was such a breathtaking peerless genius; under his leadership, the Blood Long Gate would surely flourish, perhaps even reach its pinnacle.
Zhao Fu descended from the sky with a smile. At last, he had settled the matter of the Blood Long Gate. Now he could openly use the Blood Long Gate to gather essence blood for himself.
Blood Qianyue said with a smile, "Congratulations on becoming the master of the Blood Long Gate!"
Zhao Fu returned the gesture with a smile. "Thank you!"
Blood Qianyue smiled. "You needn't be so polite with me now. Your future achievements will certainly surpass ours, and when that time comes, we will have to follow your commands."
Blood Shura also said, "That's right. You are the future hope of our Blood Long Gate. All you need to do now is remain in the Blood Long Gate. We will do everything in our power to help you cultivate and make you an existence beyond us."
Zhao Fu said, "I'm sorry, but I may be leaving this place very soon."
Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.
Now that Zhao Fu had obtained the position of master of the Blood Long Gate, all the gate masters and countless elders and disciples were willing to support him. If he stayed in the Blood Long Gate, he would have whatever he wanted. He should have remained here—so why was he leaving just after becoming its master?
Blood Baimai frowned. "Did I hear that right?"
Zhao Fu said seriously, "Yes, I may leave very soon."
Although Zhao Fu had become the master of the Blood Long Gate, he could not remain there forever. He still needed to