The vast underground passage was quiet.
Only the faint sounds of flowing water and wind could be heard.
Seven Brown watched the man who was bandaging her wounds with trembling eyes.
They had only met twice before.
But he had saved her life three times now.
They weren't exactly familiar with each other but they couldn't be considered strangers either.
And yet, there was little conversation between them.
Suddenly, she spoke, "Abel claims his Breathing Method is some form of golden breathing. But according to the old men in the gang, it originates from a high-quality fragment of a centuries-old secret skill. I am not an Air Skill Master, so I didn't pay much heed to it. I'll ask around when we get back, I'm positive I can get more information for you."
Hearing this, Leonard Churchill, who was currently bandaging, laughed, "Great."
He then added, "But, we might need to move first."