Aurora Sinclair nodded, only half-understanding.
Master Aerion sighed inwardly. 'If possible, I would have preferred for her to remain a naive young girl, sheltered from the ways of the world.'
But the rules of the Martial World were incredibly cruel. Without great strength, she would never be able to secure her position.
Half an hour later, Alvin Morgan's car pulled up to a Sichuan restaurant in a quiet neighborhood.
Three people were standing at the entrance. Upon seeing Alvin Morgan, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
The Young Master had left alone with Master Aerion yesterday without a word, which had left them on edge for a long time.
"Young Master, Teacher—" the three of them called out in unison.
Alvin Morgan gave a slight nod. Master Aerion glanced at the three of them and smiled. "You three have improved quite a bit over the past few years. Especially you, your talent is truly exceptional!"
A faint blush crept onto Dean Morgan's stoic face at the compliment.
