Childhood Friend of the Zenith

Dawn arrived as the night gave way.

I hadn’t slept. There was simply too much to handle in the interim.

Besides, going without sleep for a few days didn’t strain my body. The night was spent tackling tasks, as always.

By now, Cheol Ji-seon should already be in motion. The others, too, would be carrying out their respective roles.

While it was uncertain how the Ilcheon Sword would react, moving up the plan meant I had to keep a close eye on variables.

With everyone mobilized for this purpose, I couldn’t afford to remain idle.

So, before the sun fully rose, I took my first steps toward my destination: the Tang Clan.

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“Greetings,” I said.

“...Welcome,” replied the Poison King.

His expression was peculiar, no doubt puzzled by my sudden visit. Judging from the scene, he had just been eating breakfast.

“Young Master...?”