Seeing Darryl's reaction, the disciples turned to each other and burst into laughter.
"So he's mute!"
"I was wondering why didn't he say a word at all. It turns out he can't speak!"
"He has marks all over his face and can't speak. He's nothing but trash. What was Olive thinking? She's a fool for bringing trash to the mountain."
Amidst the laughter, the few disciples started nitpicking on Darryl, and each remark was worse than the other.
Darryl was furious, but he was considerate of Olive and held himself back. In the end, he decided to close his eyes and started to meditate.
Seeing Darryl close his eyes, the few disciples felt contempt and wanted to teach Darryl a lesson. "Ah! Is he pretending?"
Suddenly, a soft but stern voice came. "What's all the commotion?"
Darryl opened his eyes and looked where the voice was coming from. A charming young man was slowly walking towards him, dressed in white with delicate facial features.
It was the Sword Sect Senior Brother, Diego.
"Diego!" the few disciples stood straight and called out politely as they saw Diego.
Diego was powerful and had a high status within the Sword Sect. He was not only a Senior Brother but also the Sect Master, Jedidiah's, last disciple. He was the potential successor of the Sect Master. That was why Diego was well respected by all of the disciples in the Sword Sect.
He was arrogant and nodded. He looked at Darryl and frowned. "Who is this? Who brought him here?"
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