“I-I’m called Woo.” Woo stammered out a reply, and Kang-oh nodded. “Understood. I’ll remember that.” Asking a servant for their name had been a half-impulsive act. Yet Woo’s eyes were blank, as if he hadn’t expected such a question. It was as though Woo knew Kang-oh well, or at least gave that impression. Kang-oh’s intuition…

“You can’t even do this properly! How could I possibly face Black Sky Lord now?!” The Third Overseer’s kicks rained down on his body. He curled up tightly, enduring the blows. He had gotten used to suppressing the groans of pain. Complaining about the pain only led to more beatings. Why was he being beaten…

Dust swirled in the air around a jagged cliff. Facing off were two figures—one, a man cloaked in mystery behind a silver mask; the other, Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord. “You won’t be able to retreat any further.” Ye Kang-oh’s voice cut through the air like frost, sharp and biting.…