There is a path for Namgung Bi-ah.

The path of the sword, a road toward the goal she sought to reach. She kept walking along this distant path, gazing at the faint line of her destination.

It was far—so far that the end wasn’t visible. This narrow, rough road might have intimidated her, but Namgung Bi-ah didn’t falter.

Perhaps it was because she had seen the result.

“Come slowly.”

She remembered the voice from a duel held in Hanan.

“If you rush, you’ll fall. Take your time and go at a steady pace.”

“Then, I’ll give you a gift.”

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