Chapter 18
Yang Wiseong’s head shot up into the air.
Seol Unwi casually flicked the blood off his sword and swept a chilling gaze over the remaining pharmacists.
Those who met his eyes collapsed on the spot. They had no idea his sword would be this ruthless—none of them had even imagined he’d actually kill.
Is that really the bastard son?
They couldn’t understand.
Just then—
“What’s with all this commotion... Huh...?”
A deep, resonant voice echoed through the medicine hall.
A middle-aged man, who had just come down from the upper floor, blinked in disbelief.
He looked like someone who couldn’t grasp what was going on. Seol Unwi spoke curtly.
“Are you the head of the Ice Cold Medicine Hall?”
“...Yes... I am the hall master, Manryang. I didn’t expect our reunion with the final descendant of the Polar Bloodline to turn out like this... after nearly... six years? No, maybe eight.”