We moved with Namgung Jeohwi to a place deeper within the clan grounds. A passageway behind the residence. It wasn’t particularly decorated—just corridors set in a row. Yet unlike the thick foliage around it, it felt strangely curated. An artificial touch. It meant someone was maintaining it. Step. As Namgung Jeohwi walked into it, he spoke to us. “…Follow carefully.”...
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