"The two of you seem quite close," Master Grinu remarked in a casual tone once they boarded the flying shuttle that would bring them back to the garuda territory.
It had only been less than half a day, yet the situation had developed so rapidly that it reminded Gu Luoxin of an out-of-control train veering off the designated track. He had no idea whether all high-level Cycles were supposed to be like this or something had indeed gone wrong midway, and the uncertainty was enough to drive him crazy with anxiety. Not to mention how he was dragged back here when he had yet to reunite with his teammates!
Under Master Grinu's razor-sharp gaze, Gu Luoxin subtly played with a tiny item beneath his sleeves—it was a communication terminal Noir had secretly slipped into his hand when they touched briefly back then. Small as a button and black in color, it could be easily concealed once Gu Luoxin wore it in his ear.
He did not move to put it on, however. Not yet, he told himself.
