Neonkilz

Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He sees all and knows all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while all other choices lead to doom. The seer's words are absolute.
How might you recognize him you ask...?
There have been rumors of this man who wears all black. He wears from a Black Hermit Hat to black robes draped with thin black silk. And his eyes shine a clean crimson glare when provoked. He also carries a Demonic Black Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young.

Murim Is Cringe

"Okay then, guide me, bitch," the seer spoke in his raging tone, dragging a crippled and maimed woman by her hair through the floor as she painted the floor in a crimson trail as she was pulled. "You're still alive, right? Better be..."

The seer himself, however, wasn't looking any better. He, too, was rather beaten up, bleeding, and battered, with the only clothes remaining being his pants which only clung onto his like a battered shield.

The seer dragged Yarila all the way over to the throne room where his disciple stood awaiting him.

He was an easy-to-recognize chap with his gold-woven hair and jaded eyes.

"I commend you. I wasn't expecting much of you. I'll be honest; you have delighted me with your actions terribly, And I mean that in a good way." the seer praised his disciple after coming to a pause in front of him.

Nuwa Nuwa Yay!