Darryl nodded in response before he allowed Yvette and the others to carry him toward the camps as the crowd watched.
Yang Jian sighed in relief and slowly released his grip on his weapon. It was wise of Darryl to keep it to himself to hold on to his life.
On the other side of the camp, Yvette and the others carefully helped Darryl onto the bed.
"Darryl!" Yvette frowned as she asked softly, "You were lying. You did not end up like that because of failed cultivation, right?"
Yvette had always been the one to pay attention to details. It took her one look to realize that Darryl did not tell them the truth. He was immune to all poison and took countless rare herbs over the years. So the break through should not have been difficult for him; how could he possibly fail? Something else must have happened! Irene, Yvonne, and Megan turned to look at Darryl as they waited for his response. Darryl took a deep breath and smiled bitterly as he looked back at Yvette. Of course, Yvette would figure it out.
Darryl paused for a moment before he replied, "You're right, but I can't tell you anything for now. I will tell you everything once I regain my power."
Yang Jian was too powerful; even if he chose to tell everyone the truth, they might not stand a chance against him. So the best option was to endure it. Since he was unwilling to say anything, Yvette respected his wishes and let go of the subject. Then, together with Megan and the others, they tended to Darryl's wounds with care. It did not take long before Darryl fell into a deep sleep.
It was pitch dark when he opened his eyes again; he noticed that Yvette and the others were still there to care for him. Darryl was touched to have them next to him. With friends like them, he could die knowing that his life was worthy of something.
Suddenly, waves of rumbling noise echoed through the camp from the direction of the Chaotic Mountain Range. Even the ground began to shake. Darryl sat up hurriedly, "Are the Raksasa Tribe here?"
"Hush, that was just the sound of the abnormal occurrences. We have been here the entire day, and noises like that haven't stopped ever since we got here." Yvette grinned softly.
Irene and the others nodded at the same time and tried to calm Darryl. "You need to rest."
"Don't worry, we have many people guarding the borders; it's going to be fine."
Darryl relaxed and smiled. "I'm fine. You girls should go back and guard the borders with everyone else. I feel much better now after some sleep. You don't have to be here watching over me."
Yvette, Irene, and the others were hesitant at first, but as Darryl insisted, they complied with a nod and left. Once they were gone, Darryl sat upright and closed his eyes; he made another attempt to cultivate. However, there was no difference from before. There was still no response from his energy field. Darryl was more than desperate to set things right. Then, he heard footsteps outside his tent; they were soft but still noticeable.
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