As Im Sun-wook’s eyes sparkled brightly, Hyang continued speaking.
“This chicle is a certain tree sap that comes from the Messica region of Shinji. Once this sap hardens, it becomes waterproof.”
At Hyang’s words, Im Sun-wook responded with slight disappointment.
“Pine resin also becomes waterproof when it hardens.”
“That’s true...”
Hyang paused briefly, then searched inside the sleeve of his dragon robe and took out a small white ball.
“Sir, please take this.”
“Huh? Yes?”
“Catch it.”
At the same time as he spoke, Hyang threw the ball toward Im Sun-wook.
But he didn’t just toss it gently — he slammed it onto the ground.
Thud!
The ball bounced lightly off the floor and floated up into the air.
Surprised, Im Sun-wook quickly reached out his hand, but the ball hit his fingertips and fell back to the floor.
Thud, thud, rollllll.
The ball bounced lightly, rolled across the ground, then came to a stop.
Im Sun-wook stared at the ball with wide eyes before looking back at Hyang.
Seeing this, Hyang smiled faintly and spoke again.
“This ball is made from chicle. What do you think?”
Holding the ball, Im Sun-wook examined it from every angle before replying.