Chapter 55
Dan Woo-sung walked silently through the night, concealing his presence as much as possible.
Walking steadily for an hour would bring them to the inner courtyard of Guwhasan. The surroundings were pitch-black, diminishing their usual sense of reality. They walked silently along the path, relying only on the moonlight and the densely packed starlight.
Suddenly, a thought struck me.
Why, of all places, did I wake up on Guwhasan?
Why, of all things, had I taken possession of the lifeless body of Lee Jin-eon?
Walking through this darkness where nothing could be seen, I felt as if my soul had drifted through the Nine Heavens at the moment of death, just as it was now.
Gazing at Guwhasan shrouded in darkness, I strained to remember what I could not recall.
Perhaps his soul and Lee Jin-eon’s soul had met somewhere on Guwhasan and conversed. He wondered if he couldn’t recall that conversation now because he had obtained his physical body.
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“Lord Danju, all three guards were killed by a single person. It was neither a swordsman nor a dagger-wielding assassin.”
Men clad in yellow robes gathered at the old shrine Danwooseong had left behind, reporting the state of the bodies to one of their number.
“It appears all the signal flares were fired from here. Residue remains on the floor.”
The commander receiving the report, the leader of the Secret Demon Corps, muttered nervously while biting his nails.
“Is it the Black Path?”
“I cannot say for certain.”
