The next day, Yeon-woo visited the Martial King to make a request. The Martial King, who had been busy chasing after the Bow God, looked unusually grim. Their search had ended in failure again, and since so many people had been lost or injured by now, they had to use all of the resources they had.

However, the Martial King smiled crookedly at Yeon-woo as though nothing were the matter. “Our little disciple-nim changes day by day. I heard you made something fun.” Even though the group had agreed to keep everything to do with the Philosopher’s Stone under wraps, the Martial King had figured it out, and he could sense that Yeon-woo had changed. He nodded in amusement. Yeon-woo had grown a lot compared to last time. 

“Thanks to you, I was able to create it comfortably.”

“Psh.” The Martial King scoffed and waved his hand. “You say insincere things so easily. You’re becoming more shameless as time goes by, eh?”

“It’s all thanks to my teacher.”

“Ah, you’re good at flapping your gums. But it’s nice to see that you’re livelier now.” The Martial King continued with a smirk, “The first time I laid eyes on you, you were as fierce as a wolf that had been starved for five months....