Zhang Jue frowned as he learned of the situation. 'An unremarkable person with two Martial Emperor inner cores?'
"What does he look like?" Zhang Jue, on high alert, inquired coldly.
"He looked cold but handsome, and there were three scars on his face," Rita described Darryl's appearance.
Zhang Jue's eyes flashed in excitement. He was delighted and shocked.
F*ck, was that Darryl? He did not die, and he was able to leave the Wild Deserted Secret Region on his own.
After the truce between The Nine Continents and the Raksasa Tribe, the continents had sent men to search for Darryl and Donoghue in the Wild Deserted Secret Region. Three years had passed, but nothing had been discovered.
There were rumors that Darryl was dead or that he had sacrificed himself to kill Donoghue. In short, no one thought that Darryl could come back alive. After all, the Wild Deserted Secret Region was dangerous. Both Yang Jian and the Raksasa King fell, and they were also yet to be found.
Zhang Jue had determined that Rita was describing Darryl. How could he forget Darryl's looks when he held such a deep hatred and grievance toward him?
'Darryl, Darryl!'
Zhang Jue stared out the door with a gloomy and frigid smirk as he mumbled to himself, "So what if you managed to come back from the Wild Deserted Secret Region? You will still be dead meat if you meet me."
....
Meanwhile...
Darryl returned to the hall and saw Lillian waiting impatiently.
"What took you so long?" When Lillian saw Darryl walk out, she grimaced. "What did you two talk about?" she asked.
"It is nothing; we simply chit-chat," Darryl answered with a smile.
Lillian became further enraged when Darryl refused to tell her anything; she muttered, "What a lecher! You must have stayed because she is so beautiful."
Darryl laughed in his heart.
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