There’s nothing particularly remarkable about the memory.
One day, his younger sister had run away to the Central Plains, and it was around the time he had personally come to this distant land to capture her.
Questions followed.
Why did the Palace Lord, who should have stayed in the palace according to the pact, have to go all the way to the Central Plains?
The relatively young Yoo Cheon at the time couldn’t understand it back then.
Much later.
It was only when he learned that it had been a father’s love for his daughter that he came to understand the previous Palace Lord.
Even so, Yoo Cheon wouldn’t have been able to make the same choice.
Because he was closer to being a Palace Lord than a father.
The Central Plains at that time were hot.
Was it called summer?
The extremely hot weather made Yoo Cheon feel various things.
He didn’t have to wear thick fur clothes, and the cold that had seeped into his body felt a bit better in such weather. It was a truly wondrous sight.
Should he say he felt a lost romance for a moment?
The current Palace Lord’s expression remained dark throughout, but the current Young Palace Lord, who had reached adulthood, couldn’t help but feel excitement.
A new land.
Hot heat.
People who seemed a bit leisurely.
All of that came to Yoo Cheon as a mysterious experience.
At least.
Until he met him.
Kuwung–!!
Kung-!!
A tremendous wave surged from afar toward Mount Tai.
The current master of the Central Plains was said to be an old man called the Sword Venerable.
The Emperor of the North Sea was now facing him in a contest of strength.
They hadn’t even come to the Central Plains formally, and friction arose, leading to a battle.
At that time.
The Young Palace Lord was facing another man.
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