Bab 172: The Barren Warehouse

"Oy, oy. Give him a break, will you?" came a masculine voice, sounding overly friendly yet mocking. It had a sinister edge, one that sounded deeper than a masculine human being. The flow was like a material for memory retrieval for Seung, as just hearing it brought back the past. He instantly recalled standing at the gate of the Immortal World (his body recalling the heat from the magma river), as well as the terrain in Mongolia. 

'I just got reminded of Azrakel by that voice,' Seung thought, a shallow gasp escaping his lips. 'Then who…?' 

Kim Seijin's usual reaction crumbled, seeing how furrowed Seung's brows were. And most especially, the visible tight grip to the edge of his phone. It was as if he would squeeze it to shreds. Kim Seijin's shoulders tensed slightly, and his lips met back together as quickly as they had parted. He wanted to learn about what the call was over and the sudden reaction it gave. But he knew when to interfere in a matter.