Chapter 458: Heavenly Motion (2)
At that moment.
The boy took a step toward the sword—then abruptly stopped, his expression contorting in a grimace.
It was as if he had suddenly felt pain. The nonchalant demeanor he had maintained when he was chosen to draw Demon Sword Thundercry had vanished.
Seated atop the palanquin, Cho Il-seo furrowed his brows as well.
He slowly parted his lips.
"Is there a problem?"
"My limbs have been growing suddenly these days..."
"I know that pain myself. But your tone is strangely light. I don’t recall granting you permission to speak so informally."
"This really hurts. How did he even endure this?"
The boy muttered to himself.
There was an undeniable sense of ease in his bearing. A rare trait in times of chaos—one that belonged to a learned man.
Even the way he walked toward Thundercry, planted firmly in the ground, had an unusual quality to it. There was a faint trace of form—something structured, methodical. As if he had mastered an exceptionally special martial art.