25 September.

An airplane soared across the sky in a beautiful arc. It had departed from Eastsea, and its destination was none other than Hanyang.

“Sir… are you feeling alright?” A stewardess asked a man who sported unbelievably pale complexion.

Oda Nobutada responded, “I’m fine. Thanks.”

The stewardess continued to size him up for another moment, before asking softly, “Sir, would you like a cup of hot tea, or some hot coffee?”

Oda Nobutada shut his eyes and shook his head.

The stewardess pursed her lips. Then, just as she was about to press further, another stewardess walked past with a knowing look, and promptly shook her head. It was only then that the first stewardess bowed gently and walked away.

“Sorry, coming through.” These were all Daeian stewardesses - tall, leggy, and spot-on with their makeup. As far as Daehan was concerned, it was hard to tell whether anyone had undergone plastic surgery to improve their facial features. That said, it didn’t change the fact that they were all eye candy in their own right.

The stewardess strutted along the aisle in her bright red heels until she arrived at the staff lounge. There weren’t any other stewards or stewardesses around apart from one man dressed in a black suit seated in the lounge.

If Qin Ye were present, he would be able to sense at once that this man’s body was overflowing with true energy that set him well in the ranks of a Soul Hunter.

“Senior Kim.” The stewardess shut the door with a look of concern plastered...