A strange place indeed. A cavern so vast that even a dragon could lay its body down—a plaza carved into the cave. It should have been cold and dim, yet it was the exact opposite.
Whoosh!
A spring breeze of unknown origin caresses the skin. 'What kind of trick is this...?' Jeong Yeonshin looked around.
Bright clusters of light hung in rows along the vast walls. He could even feel warmth, and its intensity varied from section to section. Even the moisture carried by the wind differed from zone to zone.
Jeong Yeonshin immediately took it all in. One side was cool, another muggy—a formation. Depending on the zone, the kinds of flowers varied endlessly.
At the very center, the Tower Lord smiled with open arms and asked Jeong Yeonshin.
"Is this not a place befitting the Ming Cult Leader?"
Playful yet refined. As if he had never been shocked by Jeong Yeonshin's blade, the Tower Lord continued calmly.
"It is precisely because this space is the least like the Ming Cult Leader that it suits her. A demon is this difficult to pin down. That is why the World Tree's seedling must not be entrusted to her."
The Tower Lord's true body. It looked exactly like the Nascent Soul God-clone Body. From the ridiculous conical hat to the long-hemmed cloak, everything was the same.
Jeong Yeonshin spoke.