The Poison King stood alone in the detached house, gazing out at the rear garden. Even as the sunset that burned the sky red vanished futilely like a faded memory and the black night descended, he did not budge from his chair.
Without a lamp lit, the interior darkness deepened like a cave, and his luminous eyes glinted as he sank into thought. He ruminated on the conversation with the Flogging Hundred Household Commander who had visited earlier, as if savoring it. Since he had decided to cooperate with King Gyeong, he inwardly assumed there would be no major issues.
As if mocking that expectation, the Flogging Hundred Household Commander had abruptly voiced suspicion that the Poisonous Rakshasa, Tang Jo-hui, was the true culprit behind the death of Hyeon-won of Wudang. And he did so right in front of him—the very head of the Tang Clan...
It did not seem like mere nonsense meant to probe his intentions or flaunt the Eastern Depot's authority. From the moment the Tang Clan first arose in Sichuan until now, there had been endless attempts to seize their poisons and hidden weapons. The Eastern Depot was no exception.