Then, Darryl turned and walked away with a gloomy and long face.

…

Back at the New World camp.

In one of the military tents, Sloan sat on the seat that was meant for the chairperson; she was surrounded by many soldiers. All of them looked sombre.

There was a Donghai City map in front of them.

They studied for ways to attack the city.

"Report!"

A soldier walked in and knelt in front of Sloan. He said, "Commander, Master Darryl is back."

Darryl walked into the tent.

Sloan nodded. She glanced at Darryl and asked plainly, "How did your mission go?"

Darryl smiled bitterly. He stepped forward and reported with made-up stories. "Commander Sloan, those people from the six major sects are very shrewd. I led a small group to attack them, but they ambushed us. All 30 soldiers died in the mission."

Darryl felt uneasy; he lowered his head so that he did not need to look at Sloan.

"Is that so?" A gleam of disappointment flashed in Sloan's eyes. Then she peeked at Darryl briefly. She ra