The shattered teacup spilled tea onto the floor with a soft trickle.

Crash—!
The oppressive aura caused the table to tremble violently.

“Urk…”

Under the crushing weight on his shoulders, Bumdong let out a strained grunt.

This was no ordinary presence—this was the aura of a martial master. A formidable one at that.

While struggling under the pressure, Bumdong glanced at Moyong Hee-ah. She was staring at the unexpected intruder with wide, astonished eyes. That was all.

Despite the suffocating pressure, she seemed completely unaffected.

This could only mean one thing—the person responsible for the aura was controlling it …