"Another hidden Mecha Master?"
Mo Lan looked at the pale cyan mecha in the distance, her heart stirring with excitement.
That mecha had emerged from the woods ahead rather than rushing in from outside, which meant it had to be a Mecha Master hidden among the passengers.
Yet the only mecha being transported on the train was that mecha student's Giant Axe Mecha. This Mecha Master definitely possessed a Soul Tool capable of carrying a mecha. Such a Soul Tool was not something an ordinary Mecha Master could own.
This had to be a professional Mecha Master!
Mo Lan's thoughts raced, and she finally came to that conclusion with absolute certainty.
Inside the Hummingbird Mecha, Tang Wulin, seated in the co-pilot's seat, looked around curiously at the mecha's interior.
"Brother Xuan! How much stuff have you been secretly grinding behind my back? You can even pilot a mecha?"
Tang Wulin felt a faint sense of melancholy.
Why was the gap between him and Brother Xuan growing wider and wider? Before, he at least knew where their differences lay. Now, he could not even imagine what Lin Xuan was capable of.
"Does this count as grinding? Someone gave me the mecha. I couldn't exactly not know how to pilot it, could I?"
Lin Xuan was speechless. This grind king saw everyone as a grinder. He only knew how to operate it; he was far from proficient.
"Someone gave you this mecha? Did you latch onto a rich lady?"
Tang Wulin gave Lin Xuan a strange look. Brother Xuan had always talked about finding himself a little rich lady. Had he actually found one?
"Payment! It was payment!"
Lin Xuan corrected him. Was he that kind of person?
Although Xu Xiaoyan's snowy white, delicate feet would surely feel as smooth and springy