Chapter 612 The Onmyoji
- Across from Watanabe Kuenaga sat a man in flowing white robes, studded with jade, a cloud-shaped coronet perched on his head. His face looked young—as youthful as a teenager.
- Yet his presence was faint and shifting, like mist and moonlight. He clearly wasn’t ordinary.
- He and Watanabe Kuenaga faced each other as equals.