"Mo Yun, so you're our captain!"
A delighted smile spread across Zhao Gang's rugged, dark face, and his tense shoulders visibly relaxed.
Before Mo Yun appeared, his heart had been bobbing up and down with unease.
This mission was dangerous enough already. If they ended up with a captain who was difficult to get along with, the whole journey would be miserable.
He had worried that Huang Wenjie would come. That man carried his eyes above his head, radiating a haughty aloofness that warned strangers to stay away. He probably wouldn't be easy to get along with.
Now everything was fine. It was Mo Yun.
Beside the carriage, Huang Shan stood quietly, her cool eyes resting on Mo Yun with a hint of curiosity.
The scene from the promotion assessment remained vivid in her mind.
The man before her had defeated her with a single punch.
"They say he's only been at the Mountain Manor a few months. How did he train the Tiger-Crouching Fist to that level..."
Mo Yun led Zhao Gang toward the carriages, his steps unhurried and his usual easygoing smile on his face.
"Miss Huang, we meet again. Let's look out for each other along the way." He stopped before the carriage and greeted Huang Shan first.
Lost in thought, Huang Shan suddenly came back to herself. Meeting Mo Yun's gaze, she felt a barely perceptible blush rise on her cool, pretty face.
As though something had burned her, she quickly lowered her head. Her slender fingers unconsciously twisted the fringe of her sword tassel, and her voice stumbled. "L-let's look out for each other..."
"..."
Mo Yun's face twitched slightly.
That all but confirmed it.
This girl looked as cold and aloof as an iceberg, but she was actually socially anxious.
He gathered his thoughts