Han Yun's expression made me feel awkward.
In terms of how long we'd existed, Han Yun was much older than me. In a way, he could even be considered an ancestor. Not a blood ancestor, but an ancestor from the same country and the same people. But how could I feel comfortable with a little kid wearing that pitying, condescending expression?
Han Yun sighed dramatically, looking at me and then at the others. Suddenly, he said, "All right, I get it. You're just like this."
"What do you mean?" Guo Yujie complained on my behalf. "Do you have any way to make Lin Qi stronger? And what about me? I still haven't figured out what my ability is!"
Han Yun shook his head. "No. You two..." He pointed at me, then at Guo Yujie. "You don't have any desires."
That left both of us stunned.
"Let's go," Wu Ling said, already hoisting her backpack.
She said goodbye to Gu Mo and Nangong Yao, then took the lead.
Guo Yujie and I exchanged glances, but we could only follow. She didn't give up and kept questioning Han Yun.
I glanced at Liu Miao, who was traveling with us.
There were four people and one ghost in our group, and Wu Ling was the only one without an ability. If I wanted to ask someone for advice, it seemed Liu Miao was my only option. He'd told me about abilities before...
Liu Miao seemed to know what I was thinking. He smiled at me. "Back then, all I wanted was to find out how my parents died and avenge them."
I paused.
"Actually, every ability has a trigger. Some people are born with theirs, probably because of their past life. The rest come from a trigger." Liu Miao continued, "The Yin-Yang Eyes