The Hyeol-cheon Do-ma entered the Heuk-cheon Gak.
He walked slowly along the Hyeol-ro, the crimson carpet seeming to absorb the sound of his steps, and stopped at its end. He offered Geom Hwan a respectful bow.
"Thanks to your grace, I have been well. And you, Gyo-ju?"
"Busy, I'm afraid, thanks to your son," Geom Hwan replied with a faint smile.
"Ah, now that my boy has grown, he no longer listens to his father."
"Hahaha. Is there truly
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