"Does the Master do not have any sleep?"
When Jo-rim came in and asked, Do Sam-gi waved his hand.
"No. I seem to have disturbed your time, so I will take my leave now."
Do Sam-gi showed a smile and then went outside. As he went out, Bi-sun asked.
"What about the leader?"
"He's having a hard time? Hoho."
Jo-rim smiled with a meaningful gaze. Bi-sun, who had roughly guessed the situation, shook his head and asked.
"How is the movement of the Baekgeomun?"
"It seems they are moving alone from the Blue Dragon Hall for now. We can see them at the entrance of Guryeon Mountain in about two days."
"What about the Martial Alliance?"
"The Martial Alliance is not yet. The Beggars' Sect is moving faster than the Martial Alliance. They are already searching Guryeon Mountain."
In Bi-sun's view, the Beggars' Sect was a very annoying group.
These bastards had nothing to lose, so they had to go the way of chivalry and said they were righteous, but it was all bullshit.
Once you were marked by the Beggars' Sect, you could not live properly in the martial world. It was the same for merchants.
They were vicious bastards who swarmed like a pack of dogs and attacked until they were ruined.
They were lazy and did nothing, but they couldn't stand hunger. They were bastards who used the fact that they were beggars to ask for sympathy, and if they didn't get sympathy, they would turn around and curse and point fingers.
Bi-sun had seen many merchants who had quit their business because of the Beggars' Sect.
"It's fine that we embraced Master Lee, but I'm worried that we have to fight the Martial Alliance because of him."
"I'll have to talk to the leader in the morning."
Hearing Bi-sun's story, Jo-rim nodded silently and then leaned on Bi-sun's shoulder.
The next morning, three people were standing in the conference room on the fifth floor of the Namcheon Pavilion.
Bi-sun and Jo-rim were with Jin Sa-wol.
Bi-sun, who was drinking tea, said to Jin Sa-wol.
"I don't oppose Master Lee joining us. But if we fight the Martial Alliance because of Master Lee... the result is obvious. The Martial Alliance will not recognize us as a formal sect and will rather drive us into a public enemy."
Bi-sun's expression was firm. If they became enemies with the Martial Alliance, the Namcheonhoe could be annihilated in less than a year.
It was a word that Bi-sun naturally had to say. Although Jo-rim also had a worried expression, Jin Sa-wol was indifferent.
He didn't seem to be conscious of the Martial Alliance at all.
"Master Lee will be our shield. They are necessary to protect this place. If the Martial Alliance attacks, they will fight to the end. So just leave that problem alone. I'll take care of it."
"Do you have a plan?"
"First, I'll meet Son Muk and have a conversation, and if it doesn't work, I'll have to kill him."
Although it was a simple answer, Bi-sun showed a smile. Rather, that was good.
Jin Sa-wol said again.
"Just leave the Beggars' Sect alone. If you give them food, they will smell it and swarm even more."
"The Blue Dragon Hall of the Baekgeomun is coming. The number will be at least a thousand."
At Jo-rim's story, Jin Sa-wol said quickly as if he had made a decision.
"We will fight them in the name of the Namcheonhoe."
He could not miss a good opportunity to make the Namcheonhoe known. Jin Sa-wol turned his eyes to Bi-sun and Jo-rim and asked.
"How is the recruitment of talent going?"
"We are quietly making the Namcheonhoe known in the martial world and recruiting talent, but no one is coming."
"There won't be any for a while."
At Jin Sa-wol's words, Jo-rim asked.
"What about the Blood Martial Pavilion?"
The Blood Martial Pavilion was one of the nine pavilions of the Demonic Cult. Jin Sa-wol judged that there was no need to worry about the Blood Martial Pavilion.
"Now we have to face the Baekgeomun and the Martial Alliance. We don't have the capacity to worry about the Blood Martial Pavilion. If they come looking for us like Master Lee, we have to accept them."
At Jin Sa-wol's words, the two agreed.
***
The smile disappeared from the face of Jang Ryak, the general manager of the Salmun, after he met Jin Sa-wol.
"That bastard..."
There was no way he would look favorably on Jin Sa-wol, who had brought a trial to him, who was living well.
He could not understand why the Salmun Master had let him live, and he could not accept the fact that he had withdrawn the request to kill the Hao Faction Master.
Thump!
The sound of the door opening was heard, and a man in his mid-thirties, wearing a silk robe and holding a naked woman, entered.
The woman was limp, as if she had lost consciousness. The man kissed the woman's lips and glanced at Jang Ryak.
"You were here."
Jang Ryak was startled and hurriedly bowed his head.
"Jang Ryak of the Salmun greets the master of the Paeum Palace."
"Never mind the greetings. So, what's the matter that the great Salmun general manager called this humble palace master?"
"Yes?"
Leaving the surprised Jang Ryak behind, the Paeum Palace Master laid the naked woman on the bed and came out. Looking closely, the woman was Jang Ryak's cherished maid.
'Is he going to take her?'
"I'll take that bitch. The palace is short of women these days."
"Ah... yes."
Since Jang Ryak could not get angry, he just bowed his head. The Paeum Palace Master sat next to Jang Ryak and asked.
"Did your sister say she would kill you?"
"It's not that... A while ago, a guy named Jin Sa-wol attacked our faction, but the master, unlike usual, let him go alive."
"So you contacted me?"
"Yes. You said to contact you if it was different from usual..."
At Jang Ryak's answer, the Paeum Palace Master nodded. In that instant, a black cloth appeared on the ceiling, and Jang Ryak's neck was turned once.
"I've let you live for too long."
With a low voice, Seo Yong-hwa appeared. Today, she was wearing a black night-walking suit.
She threw Jang Ryak, who was wrapped in a cloth, into the room and then closed the door.
"Why did you come?"
When Seo Yong-hwa asked, the Paeum Palace Master shrugged his shoulders.
"Jang Ryak, who had just died, threw me a letter in my boring life, which was soaked in pleasure. So I came out."
The Paeum Palace Master showed a smile and asked.
"Who is Jin Sa-wol?"
Seo Yong-hwa's eyelashes trembled.
Seo Yong-hwa looked at the Paeum Palace Master with an indifferent face. Her head ached because Jang Ryak had told her a useless story.
"The answer is not from me, but from my father."
Hearing Seo Yong-hwa's answer, the Paeum Palace Master cast a subtle gaze. For some reason, he felt that it would not be a good thing for him.
"My father doesn't like me. I want to hear it from you."
The moment his words ended, several black hands popped out from the shadow under Seo Yong-hwa's feet and grabbed Seo Yong-hwa.
The black hand that wrapped around Seo Yong-hwa's mouth and neck pressed her with a strong force.
'Black Hand.'
It was the Black Hand, the demonic art of the Paeum Palace Master.
But there was no reason for Seo Yong-hwa to just be defeated. With a *sreureuk!* sound of fluttering, her figure disappeared, and a black cloth took its place.
As the Black Hand disappeared, Seo Yong-hwa's figure appeared next to the bed.
"Divine Immortal Step..."
Seo Yong-hwa's Divine Immortal Step was the best footwork and lightness skill in the world that could not be caught by anything.
It was Seo Yong-hwa's specialty, and the Paeum Palace Master had never once caught Seo Yong-hwa.
Just then, with a seuk! sound, a sharp sword blade popped out from the wall behind the Paeum Palace Master, and the Paeum Palace Master moved to the right window.
As the sword blade disappeared, the figure of Seo Yong-hwa in the room also became blurry. In that instant, dozens of black hands and numerous swords crossed in the room.
As if time had stopped, everything in the room did not move.
As the Paeum Palace Master raised his hand, the black hands disappeared, and as Seo Yong-hwa's figure appeared, the swords broke like pieces of glass.
As the fragmented swords disappeared like smoke, the Paeum Palace Master said.
"Still fierce."
"Get out of the room."
"I want to take that bitch."
"Just leave her."
As Seo Yong-hwa refused, the Paeum Palace Master clicked his tongue and turned his body.
"Where is my father?"
"West Lake."
Hearing Seo Yong-hwa's answer, the Paeum Palace Master broke through the wall with a boom! and flew into the air. He had taken out his anger on the wall.
Seo Yong-hwa frowned and then hid her figure.
***
A cruise ship was slowly moving on the surface of West Lake, following the waves.
It was not going anywhere in particular, nor was it stopped. A small boat was approaching the boat, which was just moving with the waves.
The Paeum Palace Master was standing on it.
He was looking at the cruise ship with his arms crossed and a bottle of alcohol in his hand. As he got somewhat close to the cruise ship, he kicked the small boat with a pang! sound, jumped up, and landed on the deck of the cruise ship.
On the deck, Jeokrin was lying down and looking at the sky.
Jeokrin glanced at the Paeum Palace Master, who had come up on the deck.
"It's been a long time."
The Paeum Palace Master sat a little away from Jeokrin. Although his eyes swept the deck, he could not see any people.
Seeing that he could hear breathing from the cabin, it seemed everyone was in the cabin.
"What's the matter?"
"Who is Jin Sa-wol? A hidden son? A grandson?"
The Paeum Palace Master drank his alcohol and then asked again.
"He's not a successor, is he?"
Hearing the words 'successor', Jeokrin laughed lightly with a bitter sneer.
"Hoo hoo hoo! You're saying something funny. Do you think I need a successor?"
"You don't need one?"
"I'm enough by myself."
"Then you'll kill me when the time comes."
At the Paeum Palace Master's words, Jeokrin showed a smile and sat up. He took the bottle of alcohol next to him, drank a sip, and then said to the Paeum Palace Master.
"Jeokpae."
Jeokpae's expression hardened when he heard his name. It was a name he had not heard in a long time.
"Why do you think I let you live?"
"Of course, it's a successor."
"Because you're worthless. Because you have no skills. Because I judged that you could not be a threat to me. If you were a threat, I would have killed you long ago."
At Jeokrin's words, Jeokpae trembled all over. Jeokrin was a heartless bastard who even killed his own children.
Jeokrin said again with a face full of sneers.
"If I gave you the Paeum Palace, you should be grateful and live there for the rest of your life. Why did you come out? Did you dare to argue with me?"
"You haven't answered my question yet. Who is Jin Sa-wol?"
"He's my grandson."
At Jeokrin's answer, Jeokpae's expression hardened. Jeokrin said again.
"If I have a successor, it would be him."
Hearing Jeokrin's story, Jeokpae's expression turned fierce. The bottle of alcohol in his hand broke.
Jeokrin showed a smile, and Jeokpae's figure was seen jumping from the deck and landing on the small boat.
The small boat quickly disappeared along West Lake.
A short while after Jeokpae disappeared, Seo Yong-hwa came down on the cruise ship with a black cloth.
She looked at the deck with an indifferent face and then asked Jeokrin.
"The Paeum Palace Master came and went."
"I saw."
"What did he say?"
"He said the successor is Jin Sa-wol. He's my grandson. Hearing that, he went crazy and ran wild. Hahahaha! Isn't it funny?"
Seo Yong-hwa's eyes flashed coldly. It wasn't funny, but because it wasn't funny.
Jeokrin said again.
"Who do you think will win if they fight?"
At Jeokrin's question, Seo Yong-hwa could not answer.
***
The Beggars' Sect members, who were scattered widely at the entrance of Guryeon Mountain, gathered in one place. They settled on the field, lit a fire, and prepared a meal.
Among them, the beggars who were on guard opened their eyes wide when they saw the approaching Baekgeomun warriors.
"Huh? Baekgeomun?"
"It seems to be the Blue Dragon Hall."
The beggars recognized the Baekgeomun and waved their hands. But the Baekgeomun members ignored the beggars and ran to Guryeon Mountain.
(End of Chapter)
