A red line was drawn on the floor, enclosing the entire cavern. Mok Gyeong-un, who had been glancing at it, spoke to the white-haired, middle-aged man.
"By any chance, is the offer I made earlier still valid?" -An offer?
"Yes. In a way, you were able to come out of there thanks to me."
At Mok Gyeong-un's words, the white-haired man's lips twitched, and he soon let out a ferocious laugh. -Hahahahat. Out thanks to you?
"The result is what matters." -What a funny fellow.
How can you call it a favor when your goal was to satisfy your own greed, you human?
"You were trapped for thousands of years and have now been freed. An elder who has lived that long should be able to let this slide with good humor, don't you think?"
At Mok Gyeong-un's words, the white-haired man scoffed. To him, Mok Gyeong-un was, at best, a bug crawling on the floor. Just as a human feels no emotion or pays special attention to a bug, the white-haired man felt nothing from Mok Gyeong-un's words.
But there was one thing that piqued his interest. -You are a truly peculiar fellow.
"Pardon?" -Why do you have no fear?
"Fear?"
That was the white-haired man's question. Just like before, Mok Gyeong-un was in an isolated situation, yet he showed no fear of him at all. It was a situation where the terror of imminent death should have been overwhelming.