Aurora Sinclair suddenly turned her head, her gaze meeting a pair of eyes from a distance.
Those eyes were filled with provocation.
Aurora Sinclair watched him for a moment, then leaned closer to Alvin Morgan and whispered, "Don't stray too far from me."
Alvin Morgan turned to look at her, a certain light in his eyes, and replied in an equally low voice, "Okay. I'll stay right by your side."
Even though they were whispering, the Martial Arts Masters and higher-level Martial Artists nearby could still hear them.
Dean Morgan, who was sitting closest, sighed helplessly.
'His Young Master is getting more and more brazen,' he thought.
"Morgan, give me your hand."
A smile in his eyes, Alvin Morgan extended his hand. To his surprise, Aurora Sinclair suddenly grabbed it, lacing their fingers together.
"Relax..."
A warm current of energy flowed into his body, spreading like a gentle warmth that coursed through him. The chill from his cold seemed to vanish by more than half.
