"You…"

Vincent's face was flushed crimson as he could not find anything to say in retaliation immediately. His chest flared up in a fury.

'F*ck, how dare this little good-for-nothing talk back to me?'

Darryl did not bother to pay him any mind, passing the medicine jar to Zacho with a smile. "Sect Master! This will be enough to cure your wife."

Zacho nodded, turning to address the servant next to him. "Quick, have my darling take this immediately."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

The servant called out