Darryl spewed out a mouthful of blood the moment he landed on the ground. His face was pale and his breath was extremely weak.

‘F*ck!’ anger rose inside of him and his eyes turned red as he glared at Lorelle. ‘This woman is crazy!’

Before Darryl could get back up on his feet, Lorelle ran right in front of him and stepped on his face. She looked down at Darryl arrogantly as she asked with a condescending tone, “Hey, you petty attendant, be honest with me. Did you steal Mister Ghost Valley Sage’s technique? Is that why you have the White Lily Cold Flame?"

Lorelle looked at Darryl with contempt as she interrogated him. She could sense that Darryl was not powerful but he possessed the White Lily Cold Flame. She assumed that he must have been learning Mister Ghost Valley Sage’s technique in secret.

Harrison, who was next to Lorelle, looked indifferently at Darryl. Like Lorelle, Harrison thought that Darryl was strange.

‘F*ck!’ Darryl was infuriated to be stepped on by Lorelle.

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