Alison's expression changed drastically. She was absolutely furious. She was also a little shocked at how much pain Darryl could handle. Instantly, the atmosphere in the main hall became oppressive.

When Madame Pandora sensed that things were about to go even more south, she quickly stepped forward and knelt on the ground. "Sect Master! I beg you! Please let him go!" She could not bear to see Darryl subjected to any more pain.

"You traitor! Lock him up with Darren!" Alison ordered angrily. She had been happy when Madame Pandora stole the Holy Jade Scripture for her, but that feeling had turned into anger when she saw Madame Pandora begging for Darryl's life.

"Yes, Sect Master!" Rosalind said. Then, she ordered the guards to drag Darryl and Madame Pandora away.

Ten minutes later, both of them were locked up. Darryl was still bound with the thorns stuck on his skin. Madame Pandora was also tied up, and tears were trailing down her exquisite face. She kept on apologizing to the man.