Chapter 142 A Lighter

• “It wasn't long, about half an hour.” Seeing that Cassandra had transformed into her human form, Quentin did the same. He retrieved a handkerchief from his bag, tenderly wiping the sweat on her face.
• Cassandra blinked. “Half an hour? I thought you guys had arrived quite a while ago.”
• “Um...” Quentin chuckled awkwardly. “We could have reached the mountain top much earlier, but it was all Lucian's fault. Sure, he runs fast, but his sense of direction in the woods is terrible. He led us the wrong way, so that's why—”