Eun-woo's eyes flashed with something indistinguishable and his eyes darkened just for a split moment before returning to normal. Had Yu-jun not been paying attention, he would've missed it.
"Even if you don't consider him family, he is still older than you. You shouldn't call him so casually like that. It's ill-mannered."
Yu-jun nearly scoffed. But his reaction confirmed his suspicions. He suspected Seo-yoon and Eun-woo had been getting along but didn't think he was teaching him martial arts.
How else could you explain a weakling suddenly being able to dodge a cultivator's strikes like that?
What he couldn't understand was why Eun-woo—a top disciple of the Sun Sect would pay any attention to a no-named guy like Han Seo-yoon who was no better than a servant. It was both baffling and irritating to Yu-jun.
"…That's why I'll be sending someone who shares a more fitting martial arts for your style."
Yu-jun blinked.
