“Darryl, I heard you won first place in a Poetry League, yet you declined the ‘Gifted Hibiscus Scholar' title. Can you tell me why?" Debra asked Darryl through the gauze curtain at that instance.

Darryl responded with a smile. "I created the poem on a whim when I passed by at that time. It doesn't matter whether I won the title or not."

‘What?’

‘He did it on a whim?’

That took the hundreds of Artemis Sect Elders present by surprise as their hearts rumbled in their chests.

Humility was also a good virtue to have besides being gifted.

‘Did he know he’s talking to Artemis Sect Master—the most talented woman!’

Everyone gulped in surprise and murmured in their hearts. ‘Darryl has no idea about humility. He’s such a blunt young man.’

Simon, who was standing at the side, made a sneer by curving the corner of his mouth.

‘Darryl is talking to the Sect Master without a sense of humility.’

Simon took a step forward and looked at Darryl with a faint smile after judging him in his mind. "