And after waiting and waiting, finally, Bohyeonjin brought an old man with white hair.

On the outside, he seemed like a frail elderly person who could barely move, but his movements were vigorous, and there was a heavy weight to his steps.

Well, it’s natural since there is no light here.

If someone were to say they killed the Great Lord of Tongcheon, they would either be a madman lying or a true monster who killed the enemy. So, the fact that he didn’t drag himself out means he’s cautious.

However, if he didn’t sell the name of the Great Lord, it would be hard to know how much time it would take to meet someone like this, even if they were fake.

There’s no room for choice.

“Hello. You must be the Primordial Celestial Lord?”

“Ah, you found me, huh? And you say you killed the Great Lord of Tongcheon, right?”

The fake Primordial Celestial Lord said this and sat in front of the table. He made a face as he looked at me.

Being somewhat human-like, it was hard to tell his emotions just from his expression. It was hard to read his intentions from what he said.

Was he smiling, or frowning?

And when he spoke again, I realized it didn’t matter.@@novelbin@@

“Did you come to eat me?”

Ah.

At least, he knows that the Great Lord of Tongcheon is dead. But does he know the specifics?

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