Kyle blinked when his ears picked up Jian's faint murmur. A liar? Him? He furrowed his brows, contemplating why Jian would call him that. He didn't recall ever lying. It was true he had concealed many things, but he had never outright lied.
The two of them left the floating island, flying side by side—one lost in thought and the other chatting incessantly.
When they arrived at the island where the array masters resided and entered the main building atop the island, they spotted Han's familiar figure standing before a stone table filled with books on ancient array symbols, alongside Elder Razial and a few other powerful array masters in the hall.
The group of elderly individuals was engaged in enthusiastic conversation, asking one question after another. It was clear they were engrossed in their talk.