"You, shut up!" Rosalind shouted angrily. She glared at Madame Pandora and said, "Judging by the way you keep on begging for his life, you two must be more than friends. Tell us now, which is more important, our sect master or that man?"

"I—" Madame Pandora's face turned beet red; she was lost for words.

Alison stared at Madame Pandora in silence before saying, "It's true, you have earned great merits by stealing the Holy Jade Scripture. But don't forget that you're in the Fantasy Sect for life and have sworn to do everything for the good of the sect."

Madame Pandora bit her lips. She felt extremely conflicted.

"Fine, I'll do it! I'll translate the Holy Jade Scripture. But, untie me first," Darryl said while sneaking glances at Madame Pandora. He was furious at Madame Pandora for bringing him there, but she continued to try to help him, so he felt a little better.

Alison frowned at Darryl's request.

"As if you're in the position to negotiate with us!" Rosalind shouted coldly.