On Elysian Island.

Today, the island was livelier than usual with brightly lit lights and rows of disciples patrolling. Darryl’s acupoints were pressed by the monk and could not speak nor move. He was scared when he saw the monk bring him to the island.

Did the Cult Master find out about his Ascension of the Nine Dragons mastery?

Or did the Cult Master find out about Darryl’s affair with the Cult Mistress?

Damn! His mind buzzed with the thought of that.

The monk carried Darryl while avoiding those patrolling disciples to a room before gently knocking on the door.

This… Isn’t this…room the Cult Mistress’s room?

“Cult Mistress, he’s here,” announced the monk with a deep and powerful voice.

“Hmph, come in.” A gentle voice was heard from within the room.

The Monk carried Darryl into the room with her permission and dropped him on the floor before leaving.

‘Damn it, at least place me gentler!’ Darryl murmured as his body was sore from being thrown, but his eyes soon star