A day had passed.
After the unexpected encounter with Gu Ryeonghwa and Yeongpung, the late hour left us with no choice but to spend the night nearby in a simple manner.
By the time dawn arrived, I had just finished my usual early morning training.
And beside me was Yeongpung.
Boom!
I casually tossed aside the rock I had been holding. It landed among the gravel, scattering pebbles as I wiped the sweat from my brow and turned to look at Yeongpung.
âPhewâ¦â
Yeongpung, still immersed in his training, seemed entirely focused on controlling his breathing.
Taking a closer look at him, I noticed something.
âHis muscles look significantly bulkier.â
His height hadnât changed since I first met him. That was expectedâhis physical growth had already been completed back then.
But stillâ¦
ââ¦How did he get this big?â
Yeongpung, who once had a slim and wiry physique, now sported a markedly different upper body. His muscles were solid and well-definedânot excessively so, but still a stark contrast to his past appearance.
âWhat has he been through?â
It didnât seem like the result of simple training. Could it be a transformation, a complete rebirth of sorts?
âNo, that doesnât seem right either.â
There was something offâan unsettling dissonance I couldnât quite place.
And then, as if to confirm my suspicions, I spoke.
âYoung master Yeongpung.â