Sssshhhh—!! Qi blasts out in every direction. Like a black tide crashing without end, it sweeps through the whole forest and even brushes past Cheonjon and Namgung Hyeong. Is it wind, or is it a swell? The roiling shape is unusually fluid. Tangled like flowing water, it could almost be matted hair knotted together. Whatever it is, the stench of...
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