Chapter 177: Cheongwol Soars (3)
Waking from my morning drowsiness, I stepped outside for a moment.
Mount Song’s dawn air was exceptionally clear and refreshing.
The crowing of roosters, the barking of dogs, the sound of fires being lit in kitchens, laughter bursting from the markets, and the groans of those soaked in liquor all mingled to fill the temple air.
I let out a long yawn.
“Haaaaa— Gahk!”
Just as I opened my mouth wide, something unfamiliar tumbled right into it.
I spat it out roughly with a *“ptui”*, and a cute little light-green caterpillar, soaked and wet, stuck to the ground.
There was only one person who would pull a stunt like this.
Dang Soran was sitting on a low wall nearby, her legs crossed and swinging as she looked at me.