Chapter: 137
Pyo-wol�s eyes glowed.�
It was because a young man who had just left the Qingcheng sect caught his eye.
He looked about four or five years younger than Pyo-wol.�
He smiled brightly at the soldiers guarding the front door and went out alone. His detailed identity was unknown, but given his attitude toward the other members of the Qingcheng sect, it was clear that he was also a fellow disciple of the said sect.�
Pyo-wol secretly followed him.
The young man hummed and walked without even thinking that someone would secretly follow him.
The young man was Dojin, a third generation disciple of the Qingcheng sect.
Although Dojin was the youngest of the third-generation disciples, he was very talented and friendly so he was loved by many. He was now on his way to the nearby area to obtain medicinal herbs under the orders of his master
His father-in-law belonged to the Yakseondang [???(???)]1 of the Qingcheng sect.
Naturally, Dojin also belonged to Yakseondang following his master and was doing one of his chores. One of which was collecting herbs from a nearby mountain.�
�I guess I�ll head to the nearest� Kurgh!�
Dojin stopped his muttering and immediately felt something on his neck.
Something had tightened around his throat.�
He was not that far from the sect. If he can manage to scream, the Qingcheng soldiers will jump right in. But in the end, Dojin couldn�t scream.
Kwak!
The noose that tightened his throat suddenly lifted him up into the air.
Dojin�s body was flung onto a tree.�
�Who�!�
Dojin was about to shout, when a sharp dagger pierced his thigh.
�Kugh!�
Dojin wanted to scream since his throat felt like bursting. But his screams could not flow out of his mouth. Because the man who had stabbed him in the thigh with the sharp dagger was covering his mouth with a strong hand.
It was Pyo-wol.�
The moment he looked into Pyo-wol�s eyes, Dojin froze.
Those were eyes which he had never seen in the Qingcheng sect.�
It was a pair of eyes with an expression that could not simply be explained as either cold or emotionless.�
The soft red light in his eyes reminded him of a snake.
Dojin was overwhelmed by Pyo-wol�s eyes and could not move.
He seemed to understand the feelings of a rat standing in front of a snake.
Now, Dojin was a mouse. And Pyo-wol was a viper full of deadly poison that could suffocate him anytime.
Even though Pyo-wol�s bloodlust was suppressed, Dojin still couldn�t move. Pyo-wol�s presence greatly overwhelms him. JrNovels.com
It was because a young man who had just left the Qingcheng sect caught his eye.
He looked about four or five years younger than Pyo-wol.�
He smiled brightly at the soldiers guarding the front door and went out alone. His detailed identity was unknown, but given his attitude toward the other members of the Qingcheng sect, it was clear that he was also a fellow disciple of the said sect.�
Pyo-wol secretly followed him.
The young man hummed and walked without even thinking that someone would secretly follow him.
The young man was Dojin, a third generation disciple of the Qingcheng sect.
Although Dojin was the youngest of the third-generation disciples, he was very talented and friendly so he was loved by many. He was now on his way to the nearby area to obtain medicinal herbs under the orders of his master
His father-in-law belonged to the Yakseondang [???(???)]1 of the Qingcheng sect.
Naturally, Dojin also belonged to Yakseondang following his master and was doing one of his chores. One of which was collecting herbs from a nearby mountain.�
�I guess I�ll head to the nearest� Kurgh!�
Dojin stopped his muttering and immediately felt something on his neck.
Something had tightened around his throat.�
He was not that far from the sect. If he can manage to scream, the Qingcheng soldiers will jump right in. But in the end, Dojin couldn�t scream.
Kwak!
The noose that tightened his throat suddenly lifted him up into the air.
Dojin�s body was flung onto a tree.�
�Who�!�
Dojin was about to shout, when a sharp dagger pierced his thigh.
�Kugh!�
Dojin wanted to scream since his throat felt like bursting. But his screams could not flow out of his mouth. Because the man who had stabbed him in the thigh with the sharp dagger was covering his mouth with a strong hand.
It was Pyo-wol.�
The moment he looked into Pyo-wol�s eyes, Dojin froze.
Those were eyes which he had never seen in the Qingcheng sect.�
It was a pair of eyes with an expression that could not simply be explained as either cold or emotionless.�
The soft red light in his eyes reminded him of a snake.
Dojin was overwhelmed by Pyo-wol�s eyes and could not move.
He seemed to understand the feelings of a rat standing in front of a snake.
Now, Dojin was a mouse. And Pyo-wol was a viper full of deadly poison that could suffocate him anytime.
Even though Pyo-wol�s bloodlust was suppressed, Dojin still couldn�t move. Pyo-wol�s presence greatly overwhelms him. JrNovels.com
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