When Alvin Morgan woke again, he glanced to the side. The person was long gone, and the bucket was empty.
"Aurora..."
He immediately sat up from the bamboo couch, but a sharp pain shot through his right arm.
"Don't move. If the needles shift, your arm will be crippled," Ronan Warner said coolly, glancing at the silver needles in Alvin's arm.
"Where did Aurora go?"
"That girl went to the mountain stream."
Alvin Morgan's brows furrowed slightly. "Where is that?"
He had heard Master Aerion mention the mountain stream twice yesterday.
"The Radiant Void Sect's place for quiet cultivation." Ronan Warner walked over, pulled out a crooked needle from his arm, and said flatly, "Kid from the Morgan family, for your grandmother's sake, I'll give you a piece of advice: you and that girl aren't a good match. Give up now."
Alvin Morgan paused, then the corners of his mouth curved into a faint smile. "Why aren't we a good match?"
