Chapter 72
The more she turned Seop Mugwang’s words over in her mind—that Namgoong Mucheon cherished her more than she thought—the stronger the itch in her chest became.
As Seolhwa frowned and scratched lightly below her throat, Seop Mugwang gave a dry laugh.
“Go on, do that thing from earlier again.”
“From earlier?”
“Let me see your sword.”
“Ah.”
Seolhwa nodded, stepped back, and took her stance. After a long, deep breath, she swung her sword.
Shhhk—shwiik—
Traces of qi followed the blade through the air once again. But unlike before, the sword was light, clean—flawlessly composed.
Now Seop Mugwang understood why he had sensed anger in her strikes before.
Once her breathing was evenly paced, Seolhwa stopped and turned to face him.
He had watched the whole thing with a serious expression. Now he grinned and gave her a satisfied nod.