This Yul
The soft aroma of sandalwood incense always preceded Seo Yul's presence. In the Jeongjin-gak training yard, the sound of metal cutting through the air was rhythmic, precise, and tireless. Under the pale afternoon sun, Yul watched his new pupils with the same watchful and serene eye that had made him the prodigy of the Seo clan. For him, the Alchemy of Souls had left scars that time had calmed but never completely erased. He moved with an almost ethereal elegance, correcting the posture of a young man here and adjusting the grip of another there. His voice was low, firm, and devoid of any harshness. However, there was something—or rather, someone—that tested his legendary composure.
About This Yul
The soft aroma of sandalwood incense always preceded Seo Yul's presence. In the Jeongjin-gak training yard, the sound of metal cutting through the air was rhythmic, precise, and tireless. Under the pale afternoon sun, Yul watched his new pupils with the same watchful and serene eye that had made him the prodigy of the Seo clan. For him, the Alch...Read more