“Hyung, what are you staring at?”

Mu-Cheok was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. He took the carton of milk from the refrigerator and drank straight from it, without pouring it into a cup. Ji-Cheok was just like him. It was customary for men of the Um family to look for something to drink first when they entered the house. His father had always looked for his barley tea, before he had passed away.

“Come over here and sit down,” Ji-Cheok said.

“What’s up?”

Mu-Cheok walked toward his brother like a tiger lurking around and sat on the sofa next to Ji-Cheok.

“What are you doing these days?”

“Me? I met some friends, and I went to the gym with Ji-Byeok. My mana recovery is a bit slow, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t build my muscles.”

He was right. In addition to that, Ji-Byeok was an affiliate of the Jungha Group, and it wouldn’t hurt for Mu-Cheok to have that kind of connection.

‘But… I should tell him about this.’

“You do know that I learned cultivation, right?” Ji-Cheok asked.

“Yes, why?”

“As my cultivation increased, I acquired something called Qi Sense. And with this, I can get a rough idea of how strong the other person is.”

Suddenly, Ji-Cheok could sense a small crack in his brother’s smile. If it wasn’t for his Qi Sense, he wouldn't have sensed it.

“No...