Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

The flow of events was like a storm.

With the sapling of the Heavenly Eye tree that Cheon So-so possessed, she tracked down the Twelve Heavens along her path, discovered the main base of the Amya Battalion, and finally captured So Jeon-ju, interrogating the remnants of their sect, all while the leaders of the major sects of Jeongjong were tearing through the formation and descending upon the battlefield.

The tattered sleeves of a thin nun fluttered.

When she landed from the air, a certain divine aura surrounded her. Despite the exaggeratedly large sleeves of her robe compared to her slender frame, there was nothing unbecoming about it.

The White Qilin of Amipa appeared, embodying the divine presence.

With each step, the surrounding air grew heavy. The rustling sounds of the surrounding trees and brush seemed to fade into silence.

The martial arts of Jeongjong's unbreakable law radiated a majestic aura. Likewise, the Amipa sect, revered as one of the ancient sects along with Shaolin, held immense power.

Though her movements seemed unintentional, the White Qilin's mere shift of foot was enough to suppress the surroundings.

“….”

Even the taunting words of the great Dragon Lord, Wei Ji-geuk, towards the leaders of Ipwang and the Black Sword of the Imperial Palace were silenced. He sat at the feet of So Jeon-ju of Amya, likewise maintaining silence.

‘Why has the divine Qilin come in person?’

So Jeon-ju's eyes reflected confusion, as if the ashes of the past were gathered in his gaze.@@novelbin@@

Without question, why had such esteemed figures from the royal family come to seek out the Imperial Black Sword? The journey was far from short.

"It's been a long time. I followed you because there is something important to discuss."

The White Qilin spoke softly.

The air seemed to ripple with the low, solid voice that held the natural resonance of an immortal's inner strength.

By her side was the chief of Cheongseong Sect, a young noble.