Lee Jung-sook clasped her arms together with unparalleled devotion in the middle of the ancient temple.

“Ma’am!” Just then, the door flung wide open, and a bodyguard barged in with cold sweat percolating all over his forehead, “Please hurry--...”

“Get out.” Lee Jung-sook didn’t even bat an eyelid, “Nobody is to enter without my permission. Have you forgotten?”

The bodyguard hesitated, but nevertheless responded with gritted teeth, “Ma’am, you’ve got to get away! Something unfathomable is happening outside! And under broad daylight! It’s simply unbelievable!”

Whoosh!! Just then, a gust of icy wind swept right into the temple, causing all of the prayer flags to flutter wildly. Lee Jung-sook’s hair was sent scattering everywhere in an instant, just like a crow spreading its wings.

She could tell that this was no ordinary wind.

After all, not even in the coldest of winter months would the wind feel so… lifeless. It felt almost as though the wind was pouring right out of the abysses of the underworld. It was blood-curdling, and marrow-chilling.

Have they already come? How quick…

Yet Lee Jung-sook appeared absolutely calm. She stared intently at the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but it didn’t move in the slightest.

Then, she suddenly spoke, “I’ve experienced far too much in this little...