“Sect Master, how could you not keep your promise?" Darryl ridiculed while pointing at his feet. "It’s just a foot wash, it can’t be that hard..."

"You..." Debra bit her lip hard from her speechlessness!

Had she known better, she would never have agreed to the bet.

As the Artemis Sect Master, how could she possibly wash Darryl’s feet?

"Report! Sect Master, someone is here to see you."

A disciple reported servilely from the other side of the door.

"Who wants to see me?" Debra asked softly.