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Clink—
As the mask split in half, a face appeared that seemed too perfect to belong to this world.
Skin as white as porcelain, as if with the lightest touch it would leave traces of powder. A sharp, beautifully defined nose, perfectly shaped lips, and delicate features so intricately crafted, they appeared to defy time itself. What was once hair black as night was now like the snow on the northern peaks—pure white. Though still beautiful, an air of fragile melancholy now clung to that beauty, as if he might dissolve into the atmosphere at any moment.
As the mask fell away, beneath the slowly fluttering eyelashes, eyes were revealed—eyes that gleamed with a radiant brilliance resembling polished black jade.
A face so close to an artistic masterpiece that it seemed a shame only Ye Kang-oh and the sun had witnessed it.
And yet, as this breathtakingly handsome figure stood before him, Ye Kang-oh’s expression slowly crumbled.
There was no way he could fail to recognize that face. Not because of its supreme beauty, rivaling the legends of Songok and Ban-ak, but because it was the face of the man who had once been Ye Kang-oh’s protector.
“You… is it really you?”
Before him stood Dan Woo-hyo, the long-missing Master of White Virtue Palace, a man whom the entire martial world believed to be lost. Dan Woo-hyo, the man Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, had revered and loved above all else.
“Was it always you, all this time?”