While they talked, Darryl helped her wipe off the tears on her face. His heart ached, and he could not stop saying, “Lilybud, it's my fault. I’m trash; it's all my fault. We will never be apart from now on. Please forgive me. Please don’t be angry.”

As he spoke, Darryl made a funny face.

Lily’s tears turned into laughter as she playfully punched his chest. “Alright, alright. I won’t be angry anymore. How’s your injury?”

“I’m fine…” Darryl smiled as he held Lily’s hand. “I will recover fast with you by my side.”

As he spoke, Darryl sat on the ground and started to meditate to regenerate his internal energy. He took a spirit pill just now; it would not take too long before he could recover.

Lily nodded and sat quietly beside him.

Westley and the others stood not too far away and sighed in relief when they saw that.

‘It seems like Sect Master Darby isn’t going to give us any trouble,’ Westley thought.

He wanted to walk over and check on Darryl’s injury, but when he saw Darryl was