In the Great East Continent, everyone would travel by rickshaws. Only wealthy families could afford a car. The car they had was one of those antique cars.
Marcus drove the car that brought them out of the city. His men followed closely behind his vehicle.
Jewel was so excited to sit in the car. Even though she had grown up in the Great East, that was the first time she was in an antique car. She was very curious about everything in the car.
"This car is extraordinary, Mister." Jewel could not stop her giggles. She stared at the steering wheel without a blink. "Only a round thing controls it, and it could move, and move so quickly.”
Jewel was too adorable.
Darryl laughed as he patted Jewel's head. "I will buy you one, one day. You can have fun with it."
The antique car traveled as slow as a snail.
"I shall show you the fastest car in the World Universe when we get back there; that car is fast,' Darryl thought.
Jewel shook her head and said timidly, " Mister, I can handle a carriage, but not a car. Next time, when you do have a car, you shall drive, and I will sit beside you and serve you."
Darryl laughed when he heard that as he patted Jewel's head.
Sometime later, the day had turned dark before they finally appeared in front of a mountain. Marcus stopped the car, turned around and looked at Darryl. He smiled. " Master, I can only get you up here. After you cross this mountain, walk toward the west, and you will reach the Sword Sect."
As he spoke, Marcus' smile looked intimidating.
Marcus would kill Darryl if he could, so why would he help him?
The Sword Sect was not behind the mountain.
The mountain behind them was the Broken Tiger Cliff.
The part of the mountain in front of Darryl looked even and broad, but the other side was full of steep slopes. That was why it was named Broken Tiger Cliff. As described by its name, even for a powerful tiger, it would easily drop down the mountain with no chance of survival.
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