[Have you been well, Myung?]

At Shin Noya's call, the vibration in the hand of the Hermit of Wudang intensified. Perhaps it was because of the unexpected situation, but the expression on the Hermit's face was quite a sight.

[Shin-cheol.]

A cold voice echoed in my ear. Could this voice really be Namgung Myung's?

'Wow.'

To put it simply, it felt like this voice alone could kill a person.

Was it true that he had this kind of tone and voice, along with a face like the Hermit's?

'Women must have swooned over him.'

Setting aside that piercing voice—if he …