Hmm!

Wiz Immortal was cooperative, so Darryl nodded.

Prince Aurin walked forward, smiled, and congratulated him. "Congratulations, Master. You have another disciple." Prince Aurin had been unhappy with Prince Auten and Wiz Immortal's doings. At that moment, he wanted to use the opportunity to kick their egos.

Darryl waved his hand and said, "There is no need for congratulations. My sect has never taken any trash. Even if I acknowledged them as my disciple, it is only in namesake."

Wiz Immortal almost saw darkness. He was so furious he almost passed out.

The Barely Immortal had crossed the line. How dare he call him trash?

Wiz Immortal did not know that things did not end there.

"Wiz Immortal!"

Darryl raised his nose, looked at Wiz Immortal, and said, "When we placed bets, we agreed on something else other than only calling me your master. Have you forgotten something else?"

Prince Aurin immediately chimed in. "What? Don't you know how to bow when you greet your master?"

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