#98. Xi'an (10)

#98. Xi'an (10)

“Oh? May I ask what you find so regrettable?”

“...”

A thick, cloying killing intent washed over me. For an instant, I felt as if my head had been severed from my body. I slowly turned toward the voice, colder than snow in the dead of winter.

Right then, clouds drifted in and blocked the sunlight.

I met Cheon Yeo-hwa’s eyes, sunk into bottomless depths. Her bright red irises seemed to glow faintly.

The air around us turned cold in an instant. The sweat on my entire body began to chill.

“Hyeon-woo, this lady is asking you a question.”

Cheon Yeo-hwa’s fingers moved toward the sword at her waist.

“What is it you find so regrettable?”...