"Understood, your package will arrive in 50 minutes."
It was obvious that Black and Mu Fan's cooperation had reached a surprising level of tacit understanding, comprehending what Mu Fan said without any hesitation.
Mu Fan walked out of the floating stairs with a smile on his face. Even though he was wearing a freshman training suit, at this time close to lunch, hardly anyone paid him any attention.
As he walked, Mu Fan's fingers were dancing in an odd rhythmic way.
"Is that guy over there preparing to perform a piano piece at the welcome party?"
"It looks like he's so into it he's possessed."
"Has he got eyes on his feet or what? He can dodge tree stumps without even looking. Impressive."
"Is he a freshman from the music department?"
...
Such noisy discussions were lost in the commotion of the crowd, so Mu Fan didn't pay any attention to them.
His mind was completely filled with the advanced skill from Soglier.
"Arc Light Stepping Forward Slash!"
