The setting sun cast its lingering glow, slowly illuminating the grand hall.
This time, it felt like it lasted even longer.
After what seemed like an eternity, the two of them finally parted.
Sylvia's divine aura made her cheeks glow hot, like the most beautiful maple leaves in deep autumn.
Her body was soft and delicate, and finally, she voiced her biggest question, "How are you so good at this?"
"Uh, I learned it from movies," he coughed awkwardly.
"Movies?"
"Never mind, never mind..." Timothy coughed again, trying to hide his embarrassment.
...
After a while, Sylvia's expression returned to normal, and she suddenly asked, "By the way, you encountered Holy Emperor Vorenus in the Valley of the Undead and almost lost your life because of him?"
Timothy nodded, "Yes, and I managed to plant a tracker on him to find his location."
As he spoke, Timothy took out the other half of the Tracking Sigil.
