Even though he had a softer face than Wooheon, his sharp expression and the way his black mamba energy radiated off of him made him just as intimidating.
“He’s about to go after Wan-In Sect soon. If he’s this stressed, the chances of him making a mistake are high. I think he needs to blow off some steam before then.”
“....”
“I don’t want to ask this of you, but like I mentioned before, Wooheon has a rather... unique way of relieving stress.”
“...Right.”
“I know this is a lot to ask, but could you help him out? If Wooheon gets his stress under control, it will be easier for him to focus. I’m not saying this will fix everything, but I’d feel a lot better if he could clear his head before going after the Wan-In Sect. If you’re willing, I’ll fully cover the interest on your debt right now.”
Yueul stiffened, completely thrown off.
He was talking as if this was the first time he’d ever made such a suggestion.
‘Wait—so that text from before... wasn’t about that?’
