Chapter 121
Only a cold, half-emptied bottle of liquor remained where the Blood Demon had been.
The shattered remnants of the cup, ground to powder, slowly filtered through the cracked seams of the wooden table.
By the time Seop Mugwang arrived, all that powder had already sifted away, leaving only faint traces behind.
The Blood Demon had long vanished. A few patrons had returned to refill the vacated seats, and the cold sweat that had once streamed down their backs had long since dried.
“Sorry, kid. I have to go.”
Seolhwa looked up at Seop Mugwang.
There was an urgency in his expression that left no room for doubt.
He was so pressed for time, he did not even notice the bottle on the table.
“Come on.”
Pulling a silver coin from his robe, Seop Mugwang set it on the table and, without hesitation, lifted Seolhwa into his arms.
He noticed, briefly, how cold her body had become—but there was no time to dwell on it. Without pause, he launched into lightness arts and darted straight for the Namgoong estate.
They headed directly to Seolhwa’s residence.