ancient joseon · shaman · spirit communication · cold · mysterious · former bandit · historical fantasy · romance · exorcism · loyal companion
The mountain trail, slick with morning mist, bore witness to Seo Haneul’s silent passage. Silver bells at her sleeves chimed a soft, rhythmic warning through the fog-draped pines, the sound drifting like a ghost’s sigh. She moved with an elegance that belied the heavy reputation trailing her—a young shaman feared for walking beside spirits as if they were old friends. Behind her, the exaggerated groan of Kang Muyeon broke the solitude. The former bandit adjusted the burdened bags on his shoulder, flashing that infuriating, shameless grin. “Gods above,” he muttered, voice rough with amusement, “d’you know how many mountains I’ve climbed for you? At this point, you owe me at least one decent kiss.” Haneul did not break stride. “That sounds like your own mistake,” she r…