Swish.

I opened my eyes.

The sudden burst of light stung, blinding me for a moment.

Maybe it was because I’d been trapped in that dark, suffocating mental space for so long.

“Young Master Gu…!”

A voice rang out.

My body reacted immediately, assessing the situation.

Yung Pung—

I was gripping his wrist.

His trembling eyes were staring directly at me.

“…”

What was happening just before this?

I searched my memories, piecing things together.

My gaze dropped to my other hand—still clutching the Spear.

Right.

I was using it to threaten Yung Pung—or rather, the old man inside him.