Clash of Titans (6)

Kim Seijin walked calmly towards Fang, who stood a few meters away from the ball of ice encasing Seung. Fang turned to him, tilting his head curiously. As Seijin approached, his hand casually brushed the hilt of the dagger at his waist.

His expression remained composed—shoulders relaxed, back straight, and lips curved into a faint, almost teasing smile. The calmness unsettled Fang; he recalled what Doyoung had mentioned.

'Doyoung may be rough, but he isn't someone just anyone can defeat. Could this guy really be a Celestial?'

Kim Seijin stopped two meters away from Fang and removed his spectacles, placing them carefully into his armor pocket. Fang's confusion deepened, though he maintained his own composed demeanor.

"You seem awfully relaxed for someone who's about to face me," Fang commented, voice tinged with suspicion. "Isn't it a little arrogant to walk towards me like that?"