Rhonda Rhodes might resort to underhanded tactics, but if Zephyr Mercer was the type to be scared, he wouldn't be Zephyr Mercer. He, Paige Summers, and Ben hadn't even reached the team's rendezvous point before he made up his mind.
"I can't stand the thought of not learning that Cultivation Technique!"
Paige Summers raised an eyebrow. 'So he's knowingly walking into danger... I have to say, the guts on him are admirable!'
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure!" Zephyr Mercer nodded firmly.
Paige Summers thought for a moment. "Alright, let's head back first. I'll get you some medical supplies for protection. You can turn back around after; there's still time." She had done all she could. Since he was this insistent, there was nothing more for her to say. 'Rhonda Rhodes is probably lying in wait for you,' she thought. 'There's really no need to be in such a rush!'
She might not be in a hurry, but Zephyr Mercer certainly was.
