Thread Lightly on Thawing Ice

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As the mask split in half, a face appeared that seemed too perfect to belong to this world.

And yet, as this breathtakingly handsome figure stood before him, Ye Kang-oh’s expression slowly crumbled.

There was no way he could fail to recognize that face. Not because of its supreme beauty, rivaling the legends of Songok and Ban-ak, but because it was the face of the man who had once been Ye Kang-oh’s guardian.

“You… is it really you?”

Before him stood Dan Woo-hyo, the long-missing Master of White Virtue Palace, a man whom the entire martial world believed to be lost. Dan Woo-hyo, the man Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, had revered and loved above all else.

“Was it always you, all this time?”