“Yes, Sect Master Darby!” Zhang Jue replied. He looked obedient, but he felt hesitant.

Darryl did not speak further as he turned to look at Donoghue and sighed, “Young Master Vikara, I am afraid you need to take a trip with me.”

When he said that, Darryl was really modest. According to Buddhist tradition, there should be some chanting ceremony since Master Rama had just passed away. As Master Vikara was Rama’s disciple, he could not just leave as he wished.

“Fine!” Donoghue nodded, looking sa