Chapter 281: Kunlun Mountains (3)
Brrrrrrr.
“Ugh… It’s cold.”
A bitterly cold wind, reminiscent of air conditioning on full blast, swept over the Kunlun Mountains in late autumn.
Hugging his arms and shivering violently, he heard the whispers of North Palace Chang and North Palace Li.
“……Has Your Majesty not yet attained the realm of Hanseobulchim?”
“Impossible. He is the one who faced the dreaded Ten Demon Rounds and Ten Primordial Arts. How could such a master be lacking in attainment?”
“Then why are you shivering?”
“Ahem, I suppose I don’t fully understand His Majesty yet either…”
Gossiping behind someone’s back right in front of them.
Looks like I’ll have to teach him the terror of PT calisthenics soon enough.
‘Well, still….’
They seem to be getting along well.
Seeing the ‘Hope They Become Friends’ project work made me feel quite satisfied.
During their journey, the two shared many conversations.
Bukgung Chang emphasized his duty as an heir who had received the Bukgung family’s inheritance, while Bukgung Ri explained the practical realities of Banyabo’s situation.
Naturally, their differences remained unresolved at first, but as their conversations stretched on for a month, they gradually opened up to each other and soon came to understand each other’s circumstances.
Tap tap. Tap.
The warm campfire cast a cozy glow over the two figures.
‘Come to think of it.’
I wonder where today’s hunting duty officer, Jik Hwa-ran, has gone.
