"If Chunbong Cries, You Die by My Hands?"
It was a chilling statement. It didn’t sound like an empty threat, either. A primal fear gripped Bi-yeon, freezing his entire body.
Chunbong was equally startled. In response, she launched a corrective dropkick at Lee Seo-jun.
Then—ah, crap!
‘Right, the heart demon!’
Midair, Chunbong twisted her body in a sharp motion and clamped her small hands tightly over Seo-jun’s lips.
“Hey, you bastard! There are things you can and can’t say to a kid!”
“Was about to say that~.”
“Ugh, seriously!”
- Whether taught by a master or self-learned, one must first guide their sword in the correct direction.
- Then, they must understand and internalize that path, making it their own.
- By repeating this process, they ensure they can always follow the correct path.
- The number of promising individuals identified through the Taekcheon Talent Selection was staggering.
- The Namgung bloodline had already begun showing results.
- The distribution of Sensory Engraving Art was proceeding smoothly.
