I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch

In truth, Qing didn’t usually go around memorizing people’s faces. But it was just the beginning of spring, and the weather wasn’t much different from winter.

There was a man with his upper body bare, striking a muscle-tensing pose and showing off his huge naked body to the outside.

Someone immediately came to Qing’s mind, thinking “Ah, that guy.”

“Excuse me, server. Is there perhaps a Jegal…”

Ah. But what was his name again?

I can only remember his surname Jegal.

“What was it, his title was something like Beast Man?”

At this, the server’s eyes narrowed.

“Do you mean Great Expert Beastly Sage?”