Zhang Jue stepped out with a smile, pretending to mediate the conflict. "Alright. Darryl, we’re here as guests. Why are you arguing with a disciple? Let's be careful with our words.”

Zhang Jue's eyes flashed with treachery when he suggested that.

Harold, his subordinate, really made no mistake. He had managed to ruffle up the relationship between Ryukin Gold Altar and Darryl. However, he had more important things to do, so he had to stop after he got what he wanted.

Harold shrugged nonchala