“Come, Darryl, Sit here.” Megan smiled. She pulled a chair next to her while ignoring the judgemental glares from the others.

Darryl was about to leave, but he was touched by Megan’s sincerity. He sat down calmly.

“Meg love, why are you friends with him?” Kent came to his senses—he asked confusedly.

Megan sighed gently, “Kent, can you not judge a book by it’s cover? In my eyes, everyone is the same. So what if Darryl Darby is living with his in-laws? Does that mean I can’t be friends with him?” explained Megan patiently.

Kent was struck dumb. Megan shook her head and took the Godly pill from her bag. “Kent, weren’t you stuck at Level Five Master for some time now? This pill can help you. Darryl gave it to me.”

“Whoa!” They were astounded by Megan’s remarks.

A few of these bunch of rich brats are Cultivators as well, though only beginners as they just started practicing cultivation. After all, their family is willing to spend the money to let them become Cultivators. They a