Woo!

Dax sighed when he heard that. Then, he smiled. “Yes, I’m sure he will. Darryl is a cat; he has nine lives—”

“Master.”

Suddenly, a disciple entered the hall. He sounded anxious when he said, “Master, Mistress, something bad has happened. Something terrible!”

The disciple panted and sweated profusely.

“What’s with all the panic?” Dax said curtly. “Speak properly!”

Then, Dax picked up his tea and casually took a sip.

The disciple sweated profusely. “Master, something bad has happened.