‘But.’
There is no carelessness. Jeong Yeonshin had never once permitted it. Even now, with the heart of the bloody affair on Mount Wudang, Winter Dream, before his eyes, it was the same.
Until he quickly reached out over the shoulder of Jeok Yuha facing him. Huuuk— It was a miss. Only an innocent old tree exploded.
Boom!
Amid the bursting bark, the hair of Jeok Yuha and Jeong Yeonshin was sucked inward. This was why Winter Dream had vanished. It seemed to have used the qi carried in the sword control as fuel, but it also felt like a hurried escape.
That qi had been the warmth of the Ancient Sword True Person Go Geom.
‘It acts like a person.’
It was the moment Jeong Yeonshin briefly thought. His wrist, descending through the air, was caught by Jeok Yuha’s cold hand. At the same time, a grappling art yanked downward.
She brought Jeong Yeonshin’s face down to her collarbone in an instant.
“…You.”
Jeok Yuha parted her lips slightly.
“Just now, what did you say?”
But Jeong Yeonshin had nothing more to say for the moment. He simply pushed Jeok Yuha away without delay, using the Wind Body movement technique, and slipped free. Pah-rak— His sleeve struck her front lapels like a spinning flag.
Passing gently by Jeok Yuha’s side, Jeong Yeonshin said, “Tend to your Upper Dantian and acupoints. I will look for Winter Dream.”