Spring at Mount Wudang. A clear and elegant breeze flows. It was an entirely clear scene.
Not just the densely forested mountain slopes, but also the open space in front of the shrine, emptied by Jeok Yuha's single sword strike. ...... A silent mountain and river. Only the roof of the extremely old shrine creaks from time to time, swaying slightly as if about to tilt.
"Brother Heonwon."
Jeong Yeonshin asked, feeling the old rafters just like Man Hwi's story.
"Could you please explain the situation? What kind of predicament is this?"
"Uh... yes."
Heon Wonchang glances at the shrine. More precisely, his gaze was directed at the woman with her back to the shrine.
Jeok Yuha.
Standing there blankly, she was staring up at Jeong Yeonshin with eyes that revealed no thoughts. A red glow flickered like smoke in her eyes. It was the Ocular Art of the Unorthodox Path.
A gaze that was by no means friendly.
"As you can see."
Heon Wonchang continues carefully.
"It seems Blood-Robed Madness has been possessed by the Winter Dream."
"I understand that much. I've never seen eyes like those before."
Jeong Yeonshin said calmly. For some reason, he found it difficult to meet Jeok Yuha's gaze. It was because her dry eyes approached him like a Heart Sword.