TW:There is torture, slight gore, and body horror in this chapter. Reader's discretion is advised.
Il-sung took his time, closing the door behind him with a quiet click before stepping into the room. The flickering candlelight caught on the metal clasp of his uniform as he moved to stand in front of Muhyeon. He didn't speak right away, just stared.
"Let's start simple," Il-sung said finally, voice low but clear. "What were you doing with the corrupted beasts?"
Muhyeon tilted his head. "Hm. That's an odd question to ask your guest right off the bat. No 'How are you feeling?' or 'Do you need water?' The hospitality is quite lacking even for a demonic sect."
Il-sung didn't pay any mind to his words.
"Why were you posing as a demonic cultivator?"
Muhyeon raised a brow at this. "Why would you assume I wasn't?"
