[Past]
However, she doesn't ask any questions.
"You aren't curious about your father," The old tree states.
"I don't know what to ask or what to say about him." Chang Seol lowers her gaze. "I heard that he was a good king."
"He was a stupid king," The old tree laughs and says, "and a wise king. He knew that you would come here and talk to me someday."
Chang Seol frowns. "Huh?"
"Your father knew that you would come to see me." The old tree sighs. "He had a gift. That's why he chose you as the next monarch."
That's strange. Chang Seol leans forward with interest. "How did he know?"
"He may have some visions regarding the next black Guaqin." The old tree pauses for a moment. "Do you truly think that losing without trying is fine?"
Chang Seol creases her forehead. "Am not losing."
"I heard." The old tree shakes his branches. "You think that you will die. You aren't motivated enough to find the elements."
