The two clasped hands once more, and then with a flicker of energy, Lin Mu leapt atop Little Shrubby's now-enlarged form. Meng Bai joined behind him, and with a final wave, the beast soared into the sky, leaving the Hawk Eye Sword Sect behind in a trail of swirling wind.
They flew in silence for a while, the plains unfolding beneath them like a patchwork quilt of green and stone. Eventually, Meng Bai leaned forward, eyes sparkling.
"So… what's this monastery like?" he asked.
Lin Mu thought for a moment. "Old. Profound. And likely filled with monks who speak in riddles."
"I like riddles," Meng Bai said chuckled hearing Lin Mu's little joke.
"You like flirting with the unknown," Lin Mu replied having learned about the boy's great curiosity by now which was much like his own. "Big difference."
"Touché."
