UNFORGIVABLE

IT WAS a soft gust of wind, but Kwon Hojun was bothered by it.

To be honest, he couldn't help but think that there was a ghost next to him because of how cold the air was.

It was chilly since it was still early morning.

However, the kind of coldness that he could feel at the moment was still different.

Should I go and see a shaman later?

Kwon Hojun's silly thoughts were interrupted when Kim Jaeha, the half-dead Guide, began coughing up blood.

Aigoo.

He couldn't help but gently rub the Guide's back.

That was the only thing he could do for him, after all.