Darryl wrote about a hundred words and his handwriting was rather lively. Each word was artistic, portraying his noble demeanor.
As Jedidiah, Khloris and the elders read what Darryl had written, they exclaimed in their thoughts, 'This man looks strange, but his handwriting is excellent. Based on what he wrote, he didn't attack Diego, but instead, it was when Diego attacked him that Diego lost his senses, causing him to be haunted and pass out? That sounds true.'
Seeing everyone's change of facial expressions, Darryl kept a straight face, but deep down, he was smirking. 'I was making it all up, but these people actually believe me. I'll never tell them about having the Red Lotus Fayette. But then again, the Sword Sect is known throughout the Great East and has been famous among the cultivators for a few hundred years. Unfortunately, the people here are becoming more questionable. Diego attacked me first. Instead of reflecting on his issue, they questioned the way he was injured.'
Darryl would have walked away, but he was weak and disabled. Moreover, he was in someone else's territory, so he had no choice but to submit to them.
Suddenly, an elder walked forward and said to Jedidiah, "Sect Master, no matter the truth, this man is covered in blood-red marks. We're not sure whether he's a human or a ghost and he behaves strangely. We should banish him off the mountain."
As the elder spoke, he glared at Darryl with contempt. In his eyes, Darryl was no different from the trash who beg in the world of cultivators and he did not deserve to stay in the Sword Sect.
Immediately, many people around them nodded.
"Yes. It's so ominous to just look at his face."
"Elder was right. We should chase him down the mountain."
"The Sword Sect's reputation will be ruined if we keep this trash in the main hall."
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