"Master?"

Uijae looked around, confused, and realized to whom he had handed the Basilisk’s Fang. It was Lee Sayoung, standing lazily with his usual indifferent posture, still wearing the same clothes from the Memorial Dungeon.

‘No way…’

The sword in his hand wriggled like a fish out of water, seemingly confirming Uijae’s suspicion.

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**[Fang’s thoughts: Finally, I’ve found you, master!]**

**[Fang’s thoughts: This one who held me is boring and neglectful! I’m going back!]**

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But Sayoung, supposedly the sword’s true master, only gave a slight nod, unimpressed.

“What are you doing, hyung? You pulled it out, now drive …