Ambrose laughed coldly. "Auntie Sloan, why should I care about whether a heartless man like Darryl lives or dies?"

Ambrose was furious when he thought about how Darryl left his mother and him to fend for themselves all those years ago.

"Brother!"

Eira said, "Darryl is our father; other people would mock us if we don't save him."

She had never seen Darryl before, so she did not have any feelings toward him. However, she was a kind lady. She could not bear it when she saw Darryl locked up like that.

Ambrose was determined. He shook his head and said, "Sister, I know that you're kind-hearted, but a person like Darryl is not worth saving. Have you forgotten that you and your mother were forced to leave the Emei Sect to live as wanderers, and it was all because of him? Why would you still pity him?

"Fine!"

Eira was anxious; she stomped her feet. "If you don't save him, then I will!"

Buzz!

Then, Eira tiptoed and flew upward ethereally. She made her way directly toward the prison