CHAPTER 455 THE INTERROGATION (PART ONE)

From the knowledge that Darren gained from the ape, he knew that the Sect-protecting Rule Array set

up by the rule cultivators included three small arrays, the Killing Array, the Restriction Array and the

Illusion Array. He was grateful to the ape for that knowledge. Each of the three arrays could be used

individually. If one wanted to use more than one of them at the same time, it would be more difficult

than using only one.

The moment Darren stepped inside the Sect-protecting Rule Array, he felt that the three kinds of arrays

were all activated. With the three of them combined together, the power could kill a three-star grand

warrior! He must be careful!

'If I didn't get the true soul token and got here accidentally, I would have already been dead by now!

What a trap!' Darren thought to himself, feeling extremely lucky to be alive.

After a while, the Sect-protecting Rule Array detected that Darren had the true soul token with him.

Only then did the frightening aura of the array disappear.

While the big array calmed down, a person dressed in gray appeared in front of Darren's eyes all of a

sudden, startling him a little. Who could it be, Darren wondered.

"Master Kaleb, why are you back this late? The young master is dead furious. I'm afraid that even if you

have finished the task, he still won't forgive you. You have no idea the state he's in," the gray-robed

man said hurriedly with a worried look on his face, after using his Spirit Power to check Darren's

identity.

Darren was sure that he didn't find out his true identity, and he silently let out a small sigh of relief

before opening his mouth and answering, "Something happened. I almost couldn't make it back. I will

explain it to the young master myself. No need to worry."

Darren was identical to the dead black-robed man right now in looks, the way of speaking, and

mannerisms.

"All right. Then please go and report to the young master as soon as possible. He's waiting for you,"

the gray-robed man urged Darren in a hurried voice.

"There's no need to hurry; there's plenty of time," Darren answered calmly, waving his hand

nonchalantly in refusal.

"Umm...uh, ummm... You have no idea how angry the young master is, Master Kaleb, no idea." Darren

could tell from the look on his face as he was talking that he was still frightened of the young master's

rage. It seemed the young master scared everyone.

To be honest, Darren didn't intentionally mean to stall. He just didn't want to get in there without

knowing anything. He wasn't familiar with the situation there at all, and it would be easy for him to crack

his disguise. And he certainly didn't want to do that. When the black-robed man died, his soul also

disappeared so Darren couldn't copy his memory. Besides, even if he was still alive, it would be

impossible to use the Copying Skill to copy his memory. So, he had to think of another way.

The most important thing for Darren to do right now was to read the gray-robed man's memory! And he

had a plan.

"Thank you for coming here to welcome me. Here, I have a small gift for you. I hope you like it."

Darren had gotten many treasures and elixirs that were good for rule cultivators. So he took out a few

green elixirs and gave them to the man. He held them gently so they would not fall to the ground and

break as they were delicate. This kind of elixir could help a rule cultivator upgrade his Spirit Power, and

it was very precious. The black-robed man only had 10 of them. So they had to be handled with the

utmost care.

"Oh! You are just too kind, Master Kaleb. It's my duty to come here and welcome you. I really can't Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

accept this precious gift. It really is too much. You shouldn't have." Though the gray-robed man said

that he couldn't accept the gift, his hands were already extended to take the elixirs. He was excited.

And it was the perfect time for Darren to read his memory! So he started immediately.

One was most relaxed when he was happy. So Darren made use of this chance to use the Searching

Skill on the man, searching for useful information in his brain. The man was so happy that he didn't

notice what Darren was doing.

A few pieces of memory got into Darren's head, and the gray-robed man didn't even feel it. That was

because Darren's Spirit Power was much stronger than his. The man was only at level eight of the

Spirit Power. There was a big difference between them.

"What's wrong, Master Kaleb? Has something happened? Do you regret giving me these elixirs? Don't

worry! I will definitely say a few good words to the young master for you. Thank you very much, Master

Kaleb. You are really generous! I really like my gifts," the gray-robed man said when he saw that

Darren appeared to be very tired all of a sudden. He wasn't sure, but Darren also seemed to be in a bit

of pain in his opinion. In either case, something was wrong.

"Shut up, will you? Just direct the way! Lead me to it!" Darren demanded harshly. Reading the man's

memory had used much of Darren's Spirit Power, and that was why he appeared to be tired. Darren

immediately stopped using the tiring skill once he gained some useful information. He was irritable

because he was tired.

The gray-robed man couldn't help but shudder a bit at hearing Darren's harsh tone. He had thought

that Kaleb became much nicer after coming back from his task, but it seemed that he was awfully

wrong. He was still the bitchy guy he once was. Nothing had changed. 'Ha! The young master will

definitely punish you, Kaleb!' he thought viciously and vindictively.

"Okay, okay. Please come with me, Master Kaleb, follow me this way." The gray-robed man appeared

to be polite, but underneath he was full of insults.

Once they stepped inside the palace complex, Darren was utterly shocked. He did not expect this.

To say that the place was huge was an understatement. Countless palaces were situated among the

mountains and rivers, like a sleeping dragon. Darren couldn't even tell where the beginning was nor the

end was. He was mesmerized.