“I…” Yvette bit her lips, looking bored. “I am not interested at all with this Luca guy. Please leave me alone, Sister Sloan.”
She did not show any emotion when she said that.
Her beloved Darryl was gone, and no one could attract Yvette’s attention no matter how interesting they were.
Sloan sighed softly and slowly stood up. “Alright, I’ll get out of your hair. Please go to bed early, Princess!”
‘The Princess really loves Darryl so much,’ she thought.
As she spoke, Sloan felt sad as she turned and left the bedroom.
Yvette continued to sit there, staring blankly at the night sky.
‘Darryl, do you know how much I miss you?’
Meanwhile, Darryl returned to the inn and went to bed early after dinner.
Darryl felt extremely relaxed after making it through the semi-finals for the martial art competition. He slept extremely well.
The next day, Darryl arrived at the semi-final’s venue first thing in the morning.
‘Sh*t,’ Darryl thought as he was stunned to see the sight in front of his eyes when he arrived at the Nine Suns Altar.
He saw wooden stakes were arranged all over the entire literary competition venue. The wooden stakes were two meters high, were placed close together, and there were millions of them. The setting made the entire competition venue look like a huge maze.
Darryl could see that the wooden stakes were connected with steel chains. It looked complicated but organized.
‘Nine Palace Golden Lock Formation?’ he thought after glancing at it quickly.
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