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... anul was rescued quickly.

After returning to Hyukcheon's ship, the first thing he did was take a bath. He then emerged, dressed in a white robe.

"So, you've finally finished bathing."

As soon as he stepped out of the shower in his white robe, Kwon Seonwoo’s face came into view.

Seated in a chair, Kwon Seonwoo was elegantly sipping tea. Beside him stood Joo Hayun, holding a teapot and waiting silently.

"How dare you keep me waiting. You're getting bold."

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