"Kye Deleon is dead, and Dewey has been appointed as the new Sect Master. How dare you get an impostor to pretend to be him?"

As he spoke, Gale's expression was nothing but indignant, even though his gaze flashed evilly.

Indeed, Dewey had arranged for all of this to happen. He had sent out news that Darryl had found someone to impersonate Kye.

Kye could hardly contain his anger and shock at the words, glowering at Gale. "Can you honestly not tell that it's me, Gale?"

Gale was such an imbecile, betraying his own sect and accusing his sect master of being a fake.

Ho ho!

Gale shifted nervously in the face of Kye's stare before straightening up once again upon remembering that he had Dewey to back him up. "Would you look at that? The impostor's trying to order me around! You're going to get it."

He could clearly sense that Kye had not recovered yet, and was thus even less afraid.

Bastard…

Kye's expression darkened at the words, his anger growing.

Darryl frowned to himself as well