Chapter 380: The World (4)
It was an utterly surreal sight.
A person emerging from the shadows—such things were spoken of in myths, but witnessing it firsthand was rare, even in an era where all manner of mystical beings, martial arts, and sorcery ran rampant.
The one most taken aback was the Lord of Sunmaren.
‘Return...!’
The old man directed his will toward the weasel.
Mayu. A spirit beast devoid of physical form or true intellect.
Its body was composed of pure spiritual energy, allowing it to appear and disappear at will.
It was akin to a blade of the mind—easily wielded with little effort. This was especially true against a master deep in internal circulation.
As Sunmaren’s own yokai and sacred beast, it should have returned to its master immediately. And yet, the old man's grasp remained empty, the chilling wind scraping against his skin in its place.
A soft gulping sound echoed.
The woman who had suddenly appeared tilted her slender, pale throat, swallowing.
Haa—