There wasnât much worth calling a memory.
One day, his younger sister had fled to Zhongyuan, and when he traveled far to capture her, questions arose.
Why did the Palace Lord, who should have remained in the palace under the sacred vow, have to venture to Zhongyuan?
At the time, Yu Cheon, still quite young, couldnât understand.
It wasnât until much later, when he realized it was a fatherâs love for his daughter, that he came to understand the former Palace Lord.
Even so, Yu Cheon knew he would never have made the same choice.
After all, he was more of a Palace Lord than a father.
That year, Zhongyuan was unbearably hot.
Was it summer?
The sweltering weather brought forth a myriad of sensations to Yu Cheon.
He didnât need to wear thick fur garments, and the cold that usually gnawed at him from the inside seemed a little more bearable. It was a curious and magical experience.
Perhaps, he thought, it was a fleeting moment of rediscovered romance.
Though the Palace Lord of that time bore a somber expression, the young heir, barely having reached maturity, couldnât suppress his excitement.
A new land.
Searing heat.
People who seemed slightly more at ease with life.
All of it was a novel experience for Yu Cheon.
At least, it was until he met him.
Boomâ!!
A deafening crash reverberated from the direction of Mount Tai.
The elder who reigned over Zhongyuan was said to be called the Sword Saint.
And now, the king of the Northern Sea was clashing with him in strength.
This wasnât an official visit, but rather an unexpected conflict that had escalated into battle.
At that moment, however, the young heir of the Northern Sea faced someone else.
âI greet the young heir of the Northern Sea.â
The man had jet-black hair and crimson eyes.
He appeared to be of similar age to Yu Cheon.
Wearing a light blue cloak that billowed in the wind, the man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at Yu Cheon.
Yu Cheon met his gaze, and after a moment, the man introduced himself.
âI am Gu Cheolwoon, Division Chief of the Divine Dragon Unit under the Murim Alliance.â
A sense of caution surged through Yu Cheon.
For some reason, the cold within him stirred, generating hostility of its own accord.
Even though he could sense nothing from his opponent, Yu Cheonâs instincts pulled his energy upward.