Daoist Yin-Yang Manual (46)

"Young Hero Jin, will you tell me now? How did you know this formation existed?"

At Seo Ryeo-hwa's question, I looked at her for a moment before opening my mouth.

"I happened to learn of it by chance. I once saw a record of this formation in an old book."

She remained silent for a moment as though pondering my words, then nodded.

"If so, could you share what you know about the formation?“

I was about to answer, but at that moment, the air around us began to change strangely.

‘Has it begun already.’

I quickly took Seo Ryeo-hwa's hand. The original story said that as long as we were physically touching, we would not be separated from each other.

The hazy mist swirled, and the cave vanished. A training ground spread out before us.

Then, a single phantom slowly appeared from the darkness. It took the form of an ordinary martial artist painted entirely black. Without a word, the phantom raised its sword...