"…."
Seolhwa, who had been watching the entire situation, could not help but be shocked at the words of the one called the boss.
‘Now… what did you say…?’
Slave?
Sell him as a slave?
This person…?
Throughout watching the illusion, Seolhwa had vaguely thought Yeonhwi’s identity to be the scarred bamboo-hatted man. Since it was a formation he created and his illusion, she thought it was showing why he had tried to create a great art to reverse time.
But as soon as she heard the word ‘slave’ from the boss’s mouth, only one person came to Seolhwa’s mind.
‘Blood Demon.’
Seolhwa’s heart began to pound rapidly. Seolhwa looked again at the fallen Yeonhwi and the woman who had already breathed her last and turned cold.
Thump. Thump….
Her slightly parted lips trembled faintly. The moment Seolhwa realized the presence of the Blood Demon, Yeonhwi’s appearance smoothly changed, as if it had been waiting.
“…!”
He was bruised and beaten by the unorthodox path warriors, a complete mess, but it was the Blood Demon. Though greatly different from the appearance Seolhwa remembered, clearly, it was his face. Why hadn’t she recognized him?