The kid looked dull-witted; he was clearly a new recruit. He should be on his own ship, yet he had gone to the other altar’s boat; he had crossed the line.

The other Ryukin Gold Altar disciples also started to yell.

“Did you hear that?”

“Leave at once, kid!”

“This must be the Celestial Wood Altar’s new disciple. He seems dumb.”

Darryl did not mind their glares. He smiled and looked at Alan. “You must be Master Alan. This competition is very important to the Celestial Wood Altar. Unfortunately, our master will not be able to serve you any tea. As long as I’m here, you will surely lose the competition.”

Then, Darryl used his mimic technique to send signals to the Gourami Dragonfishes. When he used that technique, he would have to use his internal energy as well. The sound had managed to spread to more than 500 kilometers in radius. The surrounding Gourami Dragonfishes had all fled.

What? Did the new kid provoke Master Alan? Was he suicidal?

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