Flower petals scatter.

Petals floated gently in the air, and the scent of plum blossoms suddenly filled my nose.

It was fragrant and peaceful.

Perhaps describing a scent as "peaceful" seemed odd, but that’s exactly how it felt to me.

Under the moonlight, the petals became more abundant, their numbers increasing gradually.

The petals, swaying gracefully with the nonexistent wind, were undoubtedly beautiful.

"…But there’s no wind."

Strangely enough, there wasn’t even the faintest breeze.

My gaze fixed on the owner of these blossoms, and I stared at them in shock.@@novelbin@@

"How?"

How on earth—

Truly, why—

"…is that old man here?"

What was that man doing in this place?

No, his presence here was one thing, but the more pressing question was—

"Why… why can I see him?"

Why was he visible to me? That was the most baffling part.

I could see his form—something I shouldn’t have been able to see.

With a dumbfounded expression, I simply stared at the old man’s face.

"Tsk, tsk."

The old man clicked his tongue as he looked at me.

"Foolish brat. You’re still as ugly as ever, even after all this time."

“…”

I grimaced at the familiar insult.

Looking at his distinct white martial robes, adorned with an embroidered plum blossom over his chest, I spoke.

"Shin Noya."

An old man with sharp eyes that hinted at how piercing they must have been in his youth, white hair, and a flowing beard.

Shin Noya.

The hero of Zhongyuan, the "Sage Sword of Mount Hua," Shin Cheol.

He stood before me.

At my call, the old man, whose martial robes fluttered in the windless air, slowly descended from above.

I had wondered how he was floating, but then I noticed the plum petals beneath his feet.

It seemed he had been standing on those tiny petals.

As Shin Noya landed calmly on the ground, petals bloomed at his feet in a sudden burst.

Hwaaahhh—!!!

A breeze carried the force of his energy, making my hair flutter.

I could feel it—it wasn’t a natural wind but one made entirely of energy.

By strength alone, it was akin to a gentle breeze.

But the petals, which had moved even without wind, now danced even more vibrantly.

For a moment, my attention was stolen by the petals.

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