One Thing He Overlooked

“… ”

The tense struggle of strength continued, until—

“Oh! Tae-seong!”

A hearty laugh cut between the two men.

At the same time, their hands separated.

Kang Tae-seong had let go first.

He clicked his tongue briefly to himself.

‘…Tsk.’

When he turned, an old man with a full head of white hair was slowly walking toward them.

His wrinkled face bore the marks of time...