Chapter 77
There was not the slightest hint of martial spirit on that youthful face—so much so that it made him all the more uneasy.
“Should I have just ambushed him and ended it?”
Too late for regrets, Oh Gwiseong quietly began drawing up his inner energy and said,
“So you're not really one of those Reclusive Cave Daoists after all?”
“I am indeed a disciple of the Three Spirits Palace, a sect devoted to Daoist cultivation. However, I insisted—against the elders’ wishes—on continuing the martial path.”
“Hmph. So you mean the celestial path didn’t suit your nature, and you picked up some martial arts instead. But are you saying you’re strong enough to be this confident?”
“I’m afraid I can’t properly assess my own level. That’s why I intend «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» to find out—right now.”
“You’re going to gauge your martial skills... against me?”
Kwak Yeon nodded.
“That’s correct. And before that, there are some things I’d like to know about you.”
The Divine Night Killer, Oh Gwiseong, found this absurd—but also curious.
“What could you possibly want to know about me?”