The crackling of the campfire filled the air, the snapping and popping of dry wood echoing softly amidst the serene glow of the flame.The twins from the Ice Palace silently gazed at the boy cloaked in black, their expressions unreadable. Across from them, Jang Sun-il fidgeted nervously, glancing at his companion.


    The twins, with their luminous white garments and noble demeanor, exuded an air of importance. Even their presence spoke of privilege. The Ice Palace itself was a renowned sect, its martial prowess counted among the world’s greatest. It was the pinnacle of binggong techniques, unparalleled in the martial world.


    Facing opponents of such caliber, even the faintest skirmish could spell disaster, especially for someone like Sun-il, who lacked martial training. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, and finally mustered the courage to speak.


    “Uh… I don’t mean to suggest there was any offense, but… perhaps there was a slight misunderstanding? Maybe… a mismatch between the intent and the words spoken?”


    Jeong Yeon-shin tilted his head slightly, his face calm. “I said what I meant.”


    Sun-il''s attempt at diplomacy seemed futile, yet the elder sister, Bukgung Lin, smiled faintly, her lips curving into a crescent.


    “What an amusing young man,” she said with a hearty laugh. “Despite his youth, he already seems steeped in meditation and self-reflection.”


    Her laughter was genuine, without pretense or malice. It carried a commanding presence, reminiscent of a bitter northern wind, blending perfectly with her frosty-blue hair that shimmered like frost under moonlight. Her twin brother, Bukgung Hu, carried a similar air of regality.


    “Such boldness in a young warrior,” Hu mused, his faint smile mirroring his sister’s. “It’s refreshing. To survive an eternal winter, one must be fearless. Your spirit is quite admirable.”


    Jeong Yeon-shin found himself annoyed, though it felt as though his irritation had been deflated. He considered the countless arrogant martial artists he’d encountered, those who had pushed his patience to its limits. These twins, however, had a different air about them.


    Their casual approach reminded him of his first encounter with Hуeon Won-chang.


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    The twins’ familiarity and ease mirrored that experience, a warmth in their strides that felt almost as if they would one day walk to his grave with the same casual demeanor.


    “Sit wherever,” Jeong Yeon-shin said finally, turning his gaze away.


    The twins didn’t hesitate. Their footsteps crunched against the grass as they settled down between Jeong Yeon-shin and Sun-il, close enough for the firelight to cast its glow on them. They moved with synchronized ease, their body language effortlessly mirroring each other. Even the way they rested their elbows on their knees, one leg drawn up, was identical.


    “Thousand-Year Fo-ti Root?” Jeong Yeon-shin asked.


    “Of course. Isn’t that why everyone is here?” Bukgung Lin answered smoothly.


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