"Did you really have no idea how much that would hurt when you hit me?"
The theologian Park Si-gyeong, whom Lee Jeong-ui had called Shi Jing, gritted his teeth. He wanted to say it hurt, but he feared that if he did, his son would be burning funeral offerings for him by this time next year. "It didn't hurt... You went too easy on me, General. You should hit harder."
"I was worried you might get hurt... But since you're asking, I'll hit harder next time." Lee Jeong-ui patted Park Si-gyeong on the back and found a tissue to wipe the blood from his face. Only after he finished did the general seem to notice the old man. "Sir, was there something you needed from me, seumnida?"
Faced with an old man who was most likely a Supernatural, he spoke with utmost respect. He had not only addressed him politely but had even added "seumnida" at the end to show deference.
"Heh... I'm not blind yet."
Gija stood with his hands behind his back and chuckled. The sound made Lee Jeong-ui's heart tremble. He feared this Supernatural might slap him dead on the spot.
But he soon realized he had worried for nothing. The old man who had appeared out of nowhere had no intention of attacking him. Instead, he sighed. "I never imagined that after more than three thousand years, the descendants of those who came here with me would have lost every shred of dignity."
Park Si-gyeong lowered his head, his face flushing. Then the meaning hidden in the old man's words struck him. He looked up, and the more he studied him, the more familiar he seemed. His knees gave way, and he dropped to the ground, his voice trembling. "Park Si-gyeong pays his respects to the