125 – Heavenly Fortune

Cheon Mu-gyeong lifted the bottle and quenched his thirst.

If Wi Ho-yeon's words were true, the memories that suddenly surfaced might be a past forgotten by him. However, Cheon Mu-gyeong was not the type of person to become immersed in a matter with no answer. He had experienced the struggle to break through situations where no solution could be derived to a tedious degree through countless regressions.

Cheon Mu-gyeong tilted the bottle again, staring at Ho-yeon with narrowed eyes. Ho-yeon, who was munching on white Snow-Gourds, still had eyebrows that drooped like sleepy eyes.