Mister Farrer looked calm, but on the inside, he was shocked. ‘Darren is a cultivating genius. He only achieved a saint king level, but he crushed Darshan, who was a saint honor level.’

"I'm just a nameless man wandering around, Mister Farrer. You saw that your disciple is no match for me. Do you have anything else to say?" Darryl smiled.

Mister Farrer felt embarrassed and had a bitter smile on his face. “That’s right. From the looks of it, Winson deserved to die by your hand. His skills were indeed inferior.”

“Sir…”

“This…” Darshan and the other disciples' expressions changed.

When their teacher said that, it meant he would not pursue revenge for Winson’s death anymore. How could that be?

Darshan was especially upset as he blushed. He was a saint honor level, but he lost to someone who was only a saint king level. If news about this incident spread, how would he face the others?

Mister Farrer waved his hand and motioned to them not to interrupt.

“May I ask, who is your teach