Everyone around Quincy nodded subconsciously.

Darryl breathed a sigh of relief discreetly and gave Zoey a grateful look.

'She deserves to be the head of the top sect in Mistloren; she puts the benefit of others first.'

Darryl tilted his head and said to the oracles, "Ladies, what are you going to do next?"

The Nine Saint Oracles looked at each other. Then, Yennie spoke softly, "We had consumed too much energy in the stone ruin. We need to find a hidden place to recuperate and cultivate."

Yennie blushed shyly when she said that.

The eight of them have no clothes on their bodies, and they were relying on Darryl's White Lily Cold Flame to keep them covered. Of course, they could spend time with those people from the other sects.

The other Nine Saint Oracles nodded in agreement.

Darryl nodded. "That sounds good."

The place was dangerous, so they must find a way to gather the rest of the people who had been separated.

Darryl was unwilling to be with the people from tho