“Sect Leader!”
“Sect Leader! Open your eyes!”
Yoon Jong-hyun’s eyes flew open.
‘A dream?’
He scrambled upright. The wooden box was still there, sitting solidly before him. Relief washed over him in a dizzying wave. It wasn’t a dream.
“Un—Un Geom!”
“Yes, Sect Leader!”
“Call the merchants. Move this box to my residence! And have the senior disciples guard the perimeter.”
“Yes, Sect Leader!”
“No—wait! I’ll move it myself! Right now!”
Yoon
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