The pressure pushing down on the hilt was considerable. The Hermit hesitated, debating whether or not to draw his sword.

‘This is…’

He suddenly realized his mistake and furrowed his brow. For a split second, he had almost moved in reaction to the aura coming from the young monster before him.

Small Monster (小怪). The term suited him perfectly.

Looking at Gu Yangcheon, the Hermit was more certain than ever.

‘This one truly is…’

No matter how startled he was by Namgung Myung’s actions, the fact that he hadn’t caught Gu Yangcheon’s movements—and the realization that Gu Yangcheon had anticipated …