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Yang Seogyeong was waiting for Sahyeol Amje in Haeseong Pavilion. With the tip of his right index finger pressed firmly against the floor, both legs stretched straight up toward the sky, he had been holding this handstand posture for half a day already. All of his focus had to be concentrated at the tip of that finger, and his eyes were full of intensity and gravity. Tang Yujae arrived at Haeseong Pavilion later than expected and spoke in a purposely cold tone. “Follow me in.” Dignified and…- 253.5 K • Completed
- Just as much as I have. The voice he had been yearning to hear came just as he was about to make a wish to the Wonsi Cheonjon. “I was cruel to you?” It felt like his heart had dropped. Seolyeong quickly turned his head toward the source of the voice. That man was sitting on a tree branch. The man who had stolen his heart and showed no intention of taking responsibility, only running away. Regrettably, the peach tree bursting with pink blossoms did not suit him at all. A tree like that would…
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- Seolyeong, dazed, quietly trailed after Yang Seogyeong and Yeoso. He was just getting into his stride, stumbling along as he expanded his gyeonggong, when the ground began to shake beneath him. Something invisible clung to his feet like a spiderweb, pulling at each step. It was obvious. Sahyeol Amje had triggered a quake on purpose to block his approach. Seolyeong already knew that bastard was doing everything he could to sever ties with him, but this hit especially hard. If Sahyeol Amje needed to…
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- Seol Yeong suddenly becmae lost in thought. The Murim Alliance Leader, Namgung Woonpyeong, was a man who loathed blood fiends to his core. His mother and father had both been killed, torn apart by blood fiends. His brothers, his sisters, all had died the same way. So his hatred for blood fiends was something no one could blame him for. Seolyeong remembered meeting Namgung Woonpyeong when he was around twelve, while attending a martial arts tournament held in Hapbi. The moment Namgung Woonpyeong…
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- Seolyeong fell briefly silent, sifting through the fragments of memory still left in his mind. Now that he thought about it, he vaguely recalled hearing something about the Sect Leader’s son. It had been when the Hanhoe delegation visited Yeonhu Mountain. But that child… hmm, there had been some kind of significant secret involved, he was sure of it, but back then he had been wholly uninterested in Sahyeol Amje, so none of it had stuck. As Seolyeong’s features twitched with tension, Sa Yeoho…
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- If that was how it would be, then he couldn’t afford to lose either. Though Seolyeong felt somewhat irritated, he forced out a cheerful tone. “I understand. It’s only natural to feel afraid when one has to cross such treacherous mountain terrain.” For martial artists, it was nothing more than a simple stroll over a low ridge, but the girl before him would take each step gripped by fear. She wouldn’t be able to descend safely in body or spirit without a reliable escort. Understanding her…
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- The skin where his husband’s hand had brushed still tingled faintly, but there was no time to sit and wallow in resentment. That alone was enough to make Seolyeong rise to his feet again. “I have things I need to do.” If Sahyeol Amje was doing everything in his power to drive him away, then he was doing everything he could to cling to his hem. Before he knew it, the end of a season had crept close. Yeonhu Mountain remained blanketed in snow year-round regardless of season, but Seolyeong…
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- Seolyeong’s self-stimulation was clumsy. He fumbled as if he’d never even imagined holding and stroking his cock, not even in a dream. And yet, Tang Yujae, who knew how savagely the same man could act during sex, only sent him a flat look, devoid of interest. Leaning against the reddish-brown wall of the bedchamber, Cheonsin crossed his arms and slightly inclined his upper body forward. The bride had made staggering progress, enough to break through his illusions, but his martial skill still…
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- With no one else to confide in, Seolyeong reluctantly made his way to Hwang Choseon. Choseon’s quarters were located near the Medical Hall, a privilege he’d earned after following Yuwon around like a lifeline when he first arrived at Yeonhusan. Seolyeong called out his friend’s name with a voice laced in inner power. “Hey, Hwang Choseon!” His tone was as insolent as some back-alley thug’s. Choseon, who had dressed up nicely for a planned tea meeting with the physician, dropped his comb…
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- A few days later, beneath the moonlit glow of Haeseong Pavilion. “Ha ha, Gyo-mo-nim. Your attire is stunning tonight. Such a breathtaking beauty, it nearly blinds this lowly man.” “Why are you here?” “Ha ha ha… I’ve been wondering that myself, truly. If the circumstances allow, could you perhaps ask the Sect Leader why I, a humble believer, must handle his duties in his place?” Seolyeong had rushed over after noticing candlelight flickering from the second floor of the Haeseong…
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