Did he demand her to kneel and address him as her master? Cheryl's expression changed drastically as she glared at Darryl. "Don't be too presumptuous..." Darryl shrugged. "Very well, I won't force you. You can call your fiancé to tie me up again. Even if I have a song, I won't give it to you." Cheryl bit her lips as she stared at Darryl; she gritted her teeth with hatred. She was unwilling to address Darryl as her master! However, the song he sang earlier sounded very nice. If she could sing the song on the stage the next day, she would definitely be even more popular. "I'll give you three seconds." Darryl said with a smile, "If you don't address me as your master in three seconds, you won't get another chance to do so." "Three." "Two" Cheryl bit her lip tightly; it almost bled. "One." Cheryl suddenly panicked and stomped her feet anxiously. "I promised you." Pfft… Cheryl's slender legs bent as she knelt in front of Darryl. She pressed her lips and said softly

Darryl waved his hand and smiled as he said, "I am not from the Artemis Sect. I have lived in the mountains for a long time and only recently came out of it." 'Oh, is that so?' Cherryl said respectfully, "In this case, I shall get them to clean a room for you, Master. You can stay in the Wealth Dance Hall temporarily." She had to perform on stage the next day, so she needed to quickly practice the new song. "Very well." Since it was already outside, Darryl agreed to that. As per Cherryl's arrangement, Darryl and Jewel were placed in a luxurious room on the second floor. As soon as he arrived in the room, Jewel quickly went to Darryl and asked, "Mister, why did Miss Marks call you master?" Jewel was perplexed. Darryl smiled slightly. "I taught her a song. Of course, she will have to address me as her master." "Mister, do you know how to write songs?" Jewel asked in a low voice. Darryl smiled as he patted her hair; he did not say another word. Before they went to

Aurora slammed her hand on the table when she heard that tens of thousands Eternal Life Palace Sect disciples were there. It was a simple tap on the table, but the table shattered into pieces! Then, Aurora stood up proudly with a cold expression on her face. "Let's go out and take a look." Aurora walked out of the hall proudly. A few elders, including Abbess Mother Maureen, hurried to keep up with Aurora. Outside the gate, tens of thousands of Eternal Life Palace Sect disciples could be seen from a distance. They all stood neatly in line. There were so many of them! An elegant figure dressed in white stood on a rock nearby. He held a fan, and he looked handsome and aloof. It was Chester Wilson. His cold gaze formed a sharp contrast with his calm and composed self. When Aurora appeared, Chester said coldly, "Sect Master Aurora, I am here for one purpose only, and that is for your disciple, Megan. Hand her to me". Chester remembered the scene when his wife died, and his

"Do you want to fight against me? I think you are still incapable of doing that yet," Aurora said coldly as she raised her hand to greet Chester's palm attack. Boom! When two palms collided, a strong wave of power burst out! Even though Chester's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, it was still a far cry compared to Aurora's. Her palm attack sent him flying backward! After he landed on the ground, he vomited a mouthful of blood! "Sect Master!" "Sect Master, we will help you." The Eternal Life Palace Sect's disciples were furious when they saw what happened, and they drew their swords! Aurora, on the other hand, stood proud like a fairy. She emanated a condescending aura. She kept a straight face as she stared at the Eternal Life Palace Sect's disciples before her. "Sect Master Wilson, if you insist on finding fault with me today, you won't be able to enjoy the slightest advantage," Aurora warned him coldly. Many of Emei Sect disciples had suffered severe inju

As Darryl's palm drew closer, Marcus was in shock, but he hurriedly stretched out his palms to resist the attack. Boom! The two palms collided in mid-air. Marcus's expression changed drastically as his body was sent backward! There was a yelp, and then Marcus spouted a mouthful of blood; his face flushed! Then he slid down onto the ground. Marcus was extremely frightened as he looked at Darryl blankly. He was utterly speechless! Darryl smiled as he walked and looked at Marcus coldly. "I may have seen your fiancée while she was changing, but I have apologized to her and made her a song. Your fiancée has also decided to call me her master, and yet you decided to come and kill me. Now tell me, do you think you should die?" Darryl's eyes flashed with killing intent! As he looked into Darryl's eyes, Marcus's body trembled; he was stupefied. Then, he got up and knelt in front of Darryl. He pleaded, "Brother… Big Brother... No, Master! Master, please spare me. I dare not do

Everyone in the hall focused their attention on Cheryl. She was completely the center of their attention. Many of the men gawked at her. Darryl was stunned too, but he admired her discreetly. Cheryl deserved to be famous, she was very charming. She wore a black cheongsam, and it showed off her graceful curves perfectly. Her flawless face had light makeup and she looked gorgeous. Click... click… The reporters were in a frenzy, they took pictures continuously. "Thank you for joining us. Thank you..." "Now, I will sing a new song. I hope everyone will like it," Cheryl said softly. The audience was excited; their faces were filled with expectations. When it had finally quieted down, the music played. Cheryl smiled and looked at the audience as she sang softly. "Sweet honey, you smile so sweetly. It seems like flowers are blooming in the spring breeze..." A soft and ethereal voice sung as the beautiful melody echoed throughout the hall. Wow… It sounded very nice.

That brat had written the song? The reporters' aimed their cameras at Darryl! "There is no need for me to go up onto the stage," Darryl said with a smile. "Come on, Master." Cheryl smiled warmly at him. "You wrote this song, so you should be here too." He was drowned in Cheryl's enthusiasm, so Darryl smiled and hesitantly walked up to the stage. Wow! All eyes were on Darryl; everyone was shocked! 'Who is this kid?' 'Never seen him before…' Simon walked toward him and looked at Darryl arrogantly "Boy, did you write this song?" Like everyone around him, Simon was doubtful. He did not believe that a kid could write such a good song. More importantly, the kid was not from the Artemis Sect. Only Artemis Sect disciples would have such skills. After all, the Artemis Sect was one of the four major sects. Many people would try their best to enter the sect. 'These people are fascinating.' Darryl laughed and said, "It's just a song; no big deal." What? Was it no b

Simon's gazes grew colder. Darryl did not look old enough, but he had a haughty tone. "If that is the case, then we will have to be serious about the bet," Darryl said with a smile. "If I were to lose, then I shall address your attendant as my master, but if I win, your wife shall address me as her master. There are many reporters here today, so don't try to go back on your words." The audience burst into laughter. "Does this kid think he will win for sure?" "Yes, Mister Crescent is an elder from the Artemis Sect, and he has written many well-known poems. Who is this kid compared to him?" "This young man has no idea that there are many talented people here. He thinks that he is the best!" When he heard the whispers from the crowd, Simon laughed and said, "As an elder from the Artemis Sect, I shall honor my words." Simon's wife, Summer, also nodded as she chuckled. Summer was a well-known and talented lady who was proficient in musical instruments, chess, calligraphy and

"How could they have only one round?" The crowd agreed to the suggestion; they were eager to take Simon's side. Darryl sneered in his heart. 'F*ck it! These people are everywhere.' He plastered a fake smile on his face and said, "Okay, two wins in three rounds. I will make sure that you're convinced. Come on, who wants to come up with another topic?" "I'll do it!" A middle-aged man stood up suddenly in the audience. The man was the Wealth Dance Hall's owner, Howard Wallis. Of course, no one would disagree if the boss wanted to come up with a topic. Howard thought for a long time before he said, "Well, let's come up with a poem to praise the woman next to you." The whole hall fell silent. All eyes were on Simon. 'Praise the woman next to you? Easy-peasy.' Simon was confident. He looked at his wife, Summer, with a smile. He pondered for nearly three minutes before he said, "The moon hides when my wife is out. When the spring comes, she washes the yarns by the river. H

Cheryl looked at Darryl closely as her eyes shone with brilliance. She could not be happier! Her master's poem for her was lovely! 'The beautiful firmament was her clothes, and the pretty flower was her face.' It meant that the beautiful clouds in the sky were her clothes, and the flowers were like her pretty face… The artistic conception was obviously higher than that of Elder Crescent; it was a much higher level! 'The beautiful firmament was her clothes, and the pretty flower was her face!' That was a great line. Many people in the audience took paper and pen to write the poem down. They all looked at Darryl with a complicated expression. 'He is so talented…' Darryl looked at Simon with a smile. "As the elder from the Artemis Sect, your poems are nothing to rave about. I don't think you need to compete with me anymore, lest you be shamed." Darryl's words bruised Simon's dignity. "You—" Simon was indignant; he pointed at Darryl as his body shook in anger. Pfft!