His grip on her wrist tightened momentarily before he released her, his hands trembling with a mixture of anger and shock.
Jiho's words hung in the air, a stark reminder of her own dark past and the strength she had gained from it.
Jiho took a step back, pulling her wrist free from his grasp. She rubbed the spot where his fingers had dug into her skin, her expression unyielding.
"You think you can intimidate me with tales of angry souls? I've faced far worse than any ghost could ever be."
The old man's face twisted in frustration, his body trembling with pent-up rage and helplessness.
Jiho turned away from him, her posture straight and unflinching, as she resumed her task of drying the grass. Her movements were calm and methodical, each action a testament to her inner strength and resolve.
For a moment, the courtyard was silent, the only sound the rustling of grass under Jiho's hands.
