The Patriarch of the Shanxi Do Family.
I froze when I saw the middle-aged man Do-yoon had called his father.
“Is something wrong?”
The Do Patriarch looked at me, puzzled.
“N… no, sir.”
I answered for now. But my eyes stayed fixed on his face. What? What on earth?
‘Why is that man…’
I couldn’t help it. The face of the Do Patriarch in front of me was—
‘Why is it the Black Night Palace Lord…?’
The Black Night Palace Lord who had stood by the Heavenly Demon—his face was the spitting image of this man’s.
“I’m sorry, this is all I have to offer.”
The Patriarch spoke sheepishly as he set tea before us. I bowed my head.
“Not at all. I was just thirsty.”
“…Did he even wipe these cups—”
Squeeze.
“Urk!”
I cut off Nangong Jin’s nonsense in advance. I pinched his thigh and made him yelp.
“You little—!”
“Shut up. Please.”
My head was complicated enough without this idiot acting up. How…