A line of people stretched before them.
A black-haired woman, seemingly excited, was staring intently at her own hand. Looking at Bong Soon, Tang So-yeol asked:
ââ¦Lady Bong, are you in a good mood?â
âYes!â
Hearing the question, Bong Soon answered with a bright smile.
âIt was so smooth and squeaky clean. I want to touch it again. Do you think that guy will let me touch it again if I meet him?â
ââ¦I donât know about the texture, but my heart definitely felt a bit tight,â Tang So-yeol muttered.
And calling him "that guy"⦠Tang So-yeol felt a bit faint at the title.
The Divine Dragon of Shaolin.
Known as the "Shooting Star of a Generation," he was a leading prodigy among countless geniuses and one of the most renowned martial artists in recent years.
The mere fact of his presence already had all eyes focused on him. And then, for someone to reach out and boldly touch the head of such a figureâ¦
Watching the scene earlier, Tang So-yeol had nearly fainted in disbelief.
And yetâ¦
âLetting her touch itâwhat even was that?â
The Divine Dragon, who had allowed Bong Soon to reach out and touch his head when she rushed at him, was even more baffling.
âWas it consideration?â
It could be viewed as kindness, she supposed.
To put it kindly, Bong Soon was innocent. To put it bluntly, she was somewhat lacking.
Was the Divine Dragon accommodating her behavior out of understanding for her naivety?
If he truly lived up to the reputation of being a compassionate Shaolin figure, it might explain his reaction.
But stillâ¦
âThat look he gave Bong Soon didnât seem to align with pure benevolence.â
Compassion and consideration.
The emotions in his gaze seemed slightly removed from such sentiments.
At least, thatâs how it appeared to Tang So-yeol.
âNo way.â
Surely not.
A Shaolin figure, said to have abandoned all worldly desires to pursue the Buddhaâs teachings, wouldnât succumb to such base temptations.
Tang So-yeol dismissed it as her own imagination.
âLady Bong.â
âYes?â
âWhat happened earlier was an extremely fortunate situation. Itâs a significant breach of etiquette to ask someone, especially someone baldâum, without hairâfor permission to touch their head.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Though hair wasnât the issue here, Tang So-yeol, flustered, ended up rambling nonsensically.
âYes, I understand!â
Bong Soon nodded cheerfully as if she somewhat grasped the point, smiling brightly. Then, she added to Tang So-yeol:
âSo, I wonât kill that guy. Iâll spare him once. Because Iâm grateful.â
ââ¦â
Somehow, the words sounded incredibly chilling.
The fact that they were uttered with such a pure expression only added to the eeriness.
âLady Bongââ
âWeâre closing soon! Everyone, please line up!â
Before Tang So-yeol could say anything further, a warning rang out from a martial ally.
âAh! I have to go now! Sister, see you later!â
âWaâwait!â
Before Tang So-yeol could stop her, Bong Soon had already dashed off, following the color-coded badge hanging from her neck.
Watching her go, Tang So-yeol shouted after her: