Darryl's face darkened, and his anger rose in his heart.

Diego got even more arrogant. He had specifically made that ointment for Olive, but Diego had trampled on it.

However, he held his anger back.

That was the Sword Sect. Furthermore, Khloris had warned him not to cause any trouble. He had to endure that humiliation.

Diego saw the change of Darryl's expression, kicked the ointment aside, and looked at him arrogantly. "What? You're angry, aren't you?"

The disciples behind Diego also looked at Darryl greedily.

Darryl chuckled and ignored him.

Diego sensed that Darryl looked down on him; he immediately became angry. "What did I say just now? You are just a nominal disciple. Don't you know any rules? Greet me properly now!"

Darryl took a deep breath and cupped his hands.

Diego was stunned. He sized Darryl up as if he did not expect that he would greet him, let alone act in such a perfunctory manner.

Tension filled the air in an instant.

"What an unruly man!"

At that moment,