Two old men stood behind them; they looked to be around 70 years old. They were dressed in ancient-style black robes, and their hair was pulled up into a high bun. In addition, they were giving off a compelling aura. It was as if they had time-traveled from the past.

"Yes, that's me. May I know where you came from, and how can I help you?" Darryl asked, confused. He was sure he had never seen them in his life. Debra and Jewel were equally confused too.

"We're both elders from the Hidden Heroes Sect. I'm Elder Wind, and he's Elder Fire. Our sect master wants to meet you, so please come with us," Elder Wind said as he kept his gaze fixed on Darryl. His icy voice left no room for negotiation.

Darryl frowned and smiled bitterly. "I don't know who your sect master is, and besides, I have more important matters to attend to," he said. Then, he turned to leave.

"Halt!" Elder Wind shouted. He activated his internal energy and cast a palm strike at Darryl. The strike shot across the air li