Chapter 44
Chu-dal wept inconsolably for a long while, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Watching the boy unravel brought back a vivid memory from my past life.
Look at you, Chu-dal. I never once saw you cry back then.
When I first met Chu-dal in my previous life, it was a few years before I reached thirty.
By then, he was fully grown and had weathered more than his fair share of the world’s bitter storms, so seeing him shed tears would have seemed almost unnatural.
Even so, Chu-dal had always been a deeply emotional soul.
Unbothered by manly pretenses, he had never hesitated to pour his heart out whenever the mood took him.
I’ll see to it that you can live that way in this life, too. No—you’re going to live a far better life than you ever did before.
In that former life, looking at Chu-dal had always left a pang of regret in Yang-hwi’s chest.
Though not quite on his own level, Chu-dal was an undeniable prodigy blessed with immense talent.
It had always troubled him that such raw potential never received proper guidance, leaving Chu-dal’s martial prowess lagging far behind what he was truly capable of.
In this life, let’s not stop at a hundred miles. Let’s cover a thousand—no, ten thousand.
Smiling with quiet satisfaction, Yang-hwi waited patiently for the sobs to subside.
Before long, Chu-dal scrubbed his tear-streaked face and offered a bow of gratitude.
“Thank you for saving me, Brother.”
“Don’t make a fuss over nothing.”
“You shattered the Heartless Mind Skill that was forced upon me.”
