Chapter 36
Ten agonizing days had crawled by as he waited for his daughter and sworn nephew, who had entered the Five Trials of True Sound.
Jegal Seon had been practically radiating nervous frenzy, his leg bouncing with a frantic tremor unbecoming of his stature. He suddenly shot to his feet—only to catch himself, glance around self-consciously, and meekly sit back down.
“…….”
To the right side of the inn, where Jegal Seon had darted his anxious gaze, sat Eumhu. Still dressed in the humble garb of an Inn attendant, the young girl was sipping her tea with leisurely elegance.
‘I want to go check on Seol Ha’s condition. But…’
“…….”
Jegal Seon could not bring himself to voice the thought aloud.
He hesitated, terrified he might come across as badgering her.
For all her outward appearance of a young maiden, Eumhu was believed to be well over a century old.
In terms of martial seniority, she was a grandmaster two full generations his senior.
Truth be told, putting everything else aside, pressing one of the Ten Venerables of Martial Arts was no simple feat.
“…….”
His leg shook violently, a relentless rattle. The vibrations from a physique tempered as befitted the Young Master of a great clan shuddered through the floorboards, resounding across the entire inn.
His eyes remained glued to the entrance, stealing the occasional sideways glance at Eumhu before snapping straight back to the doorway.
It was a silent uproar—no, an uproar that lacked only a voice.
Savoring the fragrant steam of her well-steeped tea, Eumhu let out a soft sigh.
