One Drop of Blood

It made no sense.

Ma Jaerim couldn't even breathe properly as she stared at the woman before her.

Jin Yeoryeong.

Cheongryong's former Guild Master.

Surely, she should have been dead.

She had been poisoned by a toxin considered taboo even in Chinese Murim, struck near the heart and close to the mana pouch—the source of a Hunter's life.

Though quick thinking had let her narrowly avoid her heart, the fact that it was a fatal injury remained unchanged.

Indeed, her chest had rotted away, her mana circulation had collapsed, and the monster who had sat upon Cheongryong's throne had fallen just like that.

But.

What on earth was that...