Back on the ground, Wang Tian and Luo Chen stood side by side watching the ship disappear into the clouds.
Neither had spoken for quite some time.
The silence alone was alarming.
Eventually, Wang Tian folded his arms and released a long sigh.
"I wanted to go."
Luo Chen looked equally depressed.
"Same."
Both continued staring at the retreating vessel.
A secret mission.
A covert operation.
A high probability of violence.
It possessed every quality they respected.
Wang Tian shook his head.
"It had everything."
"It really did."
The disappointment in their voices was almost painful.
Nearby, Xiao Rui overheard them and rolled his eyes.
"You two sound like children who weren't invited to a festival."
Wang Tian immediately pointed toward the sky.
"That ship contains Master."
Luo Chen nodded.
"It contains a secret mission."
Another nod.
"And probably a fight."
The two disciples looked at each other.
Then both looked even more miserable.
