Han Cheong-yu wore a relaxed smile, but his sharp eyes were fixed on Sa Bi-yang, who was observing him, and he ground his teeth. The word betrayal did not seem fitting. If there had been no trust to begin with, what betrayal could there possibly be?
From the moment four strangers at the market square agreed to venture out together in search of a fated opportunity, the fight had, in effect, already begun.
Han Cheong-yu had long since realized the two who had joined last were in league with each other, and he had not once let his guard down around them during the entire journey here. The only thing he had not anticipated was that Sa Bi-yang’s methods would far surpass what he had expected. That was all.
Sa Bi-yang was a ghost cultivator, the kind one only heard about in rumors, and this environment of underground caves, overflowing with baleful Yin energy, was more than favorable to him. He had even gone so far as to prepare traps in advance along the path they would take.
The two who lay dead over there, having met their end early on, had probably styled themselves as guides and thought everything was unfolding in the palm of their hands, but the reality was they had been played by Sa Bi-yang.
“Isn’t it laughable?”