Plan. Jurrruk. The tea water flowing from the broken teacup spills onto the floor. Grrrrr—!!! The table shakes from the emanating energy. “Keuk….” Beom Dong let out a groan under the pressure heavily weighing on his shoulders. A master. And a considerable one at that. While being crushed, Beom Dong glanced at Moyong Hi-ah. Moyong Hi-ah was looking at the...
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