'What is going on? Darryl is the Nine Heaven Sage. He's General Grunt's superior; how could he not recognize him?' Mona wondered.

She snapped out of it and said, "Don't you know him? He's–"

'F*ck…' Darryl was shocked and quickly covered Mona's mouth with his hand. He was drenched in a cold sweat, his face covered in mud. He would not let Mona expose his identity. Otherwise, he was dead meat.

Mona was exasperated and pushed Darryl away. "What are you doing? You've crossed the line."

She was pure, but he touched her with his dirty hands. 'He's so annoying!'

General Grunt scowled. 'What's happening?'

After hearing what Mona said, he thought the guy with the dirty face looked familiar. Moreover, he thought the guy was rather secretive about his identity. 'Something's up.'

Darryl chuckled, pulled Mona closer, and said softly, "Miss Mona, don't ever talk about my identity in front of General Grunt, okay?"

He spoke so softly that only Mona could hear him.

Mona frowned and asked soft