“Elder…?”
Paejon, bound to the tree. Looking at him made my eyes tremble. Why is this old man tied up here?
“No…”
Paejon, who was said to have gone missing after the fight with Cheolhyeol Buseon. Not only is he here on Taesan—he’s tied to a tree?
“……”
What happened? Cheolhyeol Buseon’s doing? It sure felt that way.
“And this Bigap, too.”
Cheolhyeol Buseon had planted the Bigap in the ground, imbued with Paejon’s qi.
Judging by that, this had to be Cheolhyeol Buseon’s handiwork as well.
“…Ha.”
Seeing Paejon bound, my fists curled on their own. At the same time, heat began to rise in me.
“That goddamned bastard.”
Paejon—someone for whom defeat was unthinkable—was bound so helplessly.
The fact alone sent heat roaring into my head.
Because I saw Paejon defeated? No. I don’t even know why—rage just surged up.
If I had to name a reason—
“How dare he.”
Just that fact—that he’d tied him so pathetically to this…