Jaekyung admired the old man's heart that seeks the Dao and was impressed by his detachment. But that was that, and this was this. The old man hoped for the victor's mercy, but was there any reason for him to grant it?
Deciding the fate of the vanquished is the right of the victor. Jaekyung decided to take his gains rather than show mercy.
"Caw!"
When Cheong-o flew in, the old man reacted instinctively. Though he had been limp as if accepting death, he desperately tried to summon his spiritual power to resist, but Jaekyung, who had already transformed again, reached out and grabbed him by the throat.
This old man's physical body was so frail that Jaekyung feared he would vanish without a trace if attacked in his original form, no matter how much he controlled his strength.
"Jaekyung. Why did you call me?"
Cheong-o asked, looking back and forth between Jaekyung and the subdued old man. Jaekyung's earlier roar was partly to drive out the last remnants of the formation's power, but it was also intended to summon Cheong-o, who had been far from the battle.
"Subdue this man's spirit soul."
At Jaekyung's words, Cheong-o hesitated and asked, "Can I do it?"
"Probably. It's not much different from what you've done before."