When they reached their destination, Eric made Yuna wear a mask and a hat and he also wore his own hoodie to hide his face. This powerful person might be a dangerous one. After all the only other cultivator he had met was that monk and that person tried to kill and steal his yin.
The ones with yin-yang eyes were coveted not only by secret cultivators but also by powerful ghosts... That was also the reason why grampa wang had schemed so much to send yuan over to him to train. The old man wanted nothing more than to keep his grandchild safe.
Eric gazed at the young girl. In just four years, she had grown taller than five-foot eight standing close to his own height. Her long hair had grown beyond her hips, hanging down to her knee. She rarely tied it up, but she loved to keep it up in a messy bun.
"What?" she raised a brow.
"Nothing," he made Yuna wait until everyone else had left the flight to leave.
