“As far as I know, you're supposed to be South Korea's top actor,” said Kang Jin-Ho.

-You know... That 'supposed to be' bit is getting on my nerves. It's not 'supposed to be', but I am THE top actor in the country, I'll have you know!

“...Ah. Of course.” Kang Jin-Ho grimaced slightly. Most 'normal' people wouldn't get hung up on something like that. No wonder regular folks found it very tricky to converse with Choi Yeon-Ha. “In any case... You've acquired everything you might want in Korea already, so why did you choose to go to China and throw yourself into this... hardship? You could've been satisfied by South Korea's...

-Mister Jin-Ho, are you an idiot?

“I'm sorry?”

-Are you seriously asking me that now? Really?!

It seemed something had gone terribly wrong somewhere! Cold sweat flooded down Kang Jin-Ho's spine. Choi Yeon-Ha's dismayed voice was like an icy dagger mercilessly stabbing into the bottom of his heart.

Kang Jin-Ho didn't tense up this much when the world's strongest martial artist at the time, Master Monk Hui Ren of Shaolin, attacked him with the Vajra Demon-Subduing Palm technique back then, so why...!

-Why you...! How can you be so...!

“...Mm.”

-Urgh...!

Kang Jin-Ho could hear some things tumbling and breaking on the other side of the line. So, he quietly closed his eyes. He must've done something wrong, but figuring out what that could be was beyond him.

Thankfully,...