“What’s that on your neck? There’s a strange energy about it—looks almost like a bite mark.”“Hm?”
“Did a spirit beast get you? That can’t be right. With your senses…”
“It’s your senses that are the problem. I told you to cut back on the opium. The famed azure of Bengcheng is starting to see things.”
Jeong Yeon-shin answered calmly as he stepped out of his quarters, deliberately ignoring the ambiguous look on Hwangbo the Rascal’s face as he caught the tail end of his gaze.
Ever since he had shown Flamesteel, he’d been absorbed in meditation—an uncharacteristic sight. It seemed to have sharpened his senses.
Unnecessarily so.
As Jeong Yeon-shin shook his head, Hyeon Won-chang leaned against the stone wall and scoffed.
“An opium addict taking up meditation.”
“I thought he’d only drown himself in the famed fruit liquor of Heavenly Pillar Gate.”
The playful remark came from Shin So-bin, who was swinging her foot idly while gazing at her leader.
The Swordsman of Ipwang Fortress and White Cat—the bright gleam of their swords and the long, flowing locks of blue and black swayed gently.
“We’re heading back now, right?”
Shin So-bin’s eyes remained fixed on Jeong Yeon-shin as she asked.
From the moment she joined Ma Gwang-ik, she had never hesitated to meet his gaze.
It wasn’t arrogance—just an innate boldness. She carried the air of someone raised with love, in a family that valued her.
To Jeong Yeon-shin, that was what nobility looked like. sea??h thё n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
He gave a quiet nod.
She’ll probably earn a proper moniker soon enough.
Her Peerless Monkey King Fist was worthy of claiming the throne of all primates.
“We’re leaving.”
It was an order.
The footsteps trailing behind him were distinct in their own ways.
Some were light and relaxed, others silent and swift, and some—small yet full of power—treaded steadily.
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