“What do you mean, do I know you? Who are you supposed to be? The village chief’s secret son or something?”
Of course there was no way.
“No. My apologies. I was being oversensitive. Things haven’t been going especially well for me lately…….”
Eun Seokwon trailed off with a bitter smile.
It wasn’t an empty excuse. Things truly were not going well.
After all, the yokai he was currently dealing with was a ‘gumiho’ for whom merely calling it troublesome would be a gross understatement.
Now that the infamy of the fallen maegu had echoed throughout the entire Baekdu mountain range for centuries…… those who knew the circumstances whispered about the battle between the two, which had already dragged on for more than two full years.
The last orphaned keeper of Jami Palace was finally going to die at the hands of a lowly fox!
Eun Seokwon agreed with them to some extent.
How could he not?
His opponent was a great fox more than a thousand years old.
Its arts had reached a level that dared brush against the heavens, allowing it to effortlessly transform into anything under creation.
At times, it became the mother and father whose faces he had never even seen before…