The room was dark, reeking of death. Two men sat parallel to each other, taking turns in drinking sake. One man wore a striking crimson robe while the other was draped in black. A faint light from the lantern provided a clear view of their faces.
The man wearing the black robe has spiky, crimson hair. He smiled as he gulped down a cup of alcohol, wiping his mouth.
"The eclipse is taking its time, huh?" he said, drinking another cup of alcohol.
The man wearing the crimson robe chuckled softly, pouring alcohol into his cup. "Patience, Jeo-gun. Patience," he said as he drank the cup of alcohol in his hand.
Jeo-gun snorted.
"The travel to Byu-mei wasn't easy, Cheon Gwi-jin. Traversing from mountain to mountain
while constantly avoiding people. How's your geezer?"
Cheon Gwi-jin sighed, setting aside the empty cup. "Y'know, ordering us, waiting for the eclipse, and all that. How's your hag doing?"
Jeo-gun scratches his head before drinking another cup of alcohol. He set aside the empty cup and rubbed his nose. "Old hag said that we should wait it out. When an uproar challenges the hierarchy of power in the murim, just... Investigate said uproar then bam!" he said with a tired tone.
Cheon Gwi-jin chuckled, pouring alcohol into his cup. "Basically, just wander aimlessly until you find the remaining soul fragments? Have your cult found any?" he asked, gulping down the alcohol in his throat.
Jeo-gun scoffed, crossing his arms. "Well, there's this one girl but we lost track of her... But We've found—"
Before he can finish his sentence, a loud shout can be heard from the outside, followed by hundreds of footsteps.
"Right hand, Cheon Gwi-jin!" a man shouted from the outside.
Cheon Gwi-jin scoffed, quickly setting aside the cup, and dusting himself before walking up to the window and opening it.
Men dressed in crimson robe knelt before him, their heads bowed in deference.
"What news have you brought to me?" Cheon Gwi-jin asked, his voice demanding but calm.
One of the men raised their head. "We've confirmed the arrival of Gwak Deomshim. We've also captured Gwak Deomshim."
Cheon Gwi-jin raised an eyebrow. "Y'all captured Gwak Deomshim? That's something. Show me."
The men cleared the way, showing one man holding Gwak Deomshim's unconscious body.
The man walked closer, dragging Gwak Deomshim by his hair before placing him in front of Cheon Gwi-jin.
"We've followed your orders to only capture Gwak Deomshim. But may I ask the reason as to why we can't just kill the remaining party?" the man asked, bowing his head. Gwak Deomshim's unconscious body lay on the ground.
Cheon Gwi-jin glanced at Jeo-gun before looking back at the man. "Well, according to the subordinate of the shadow, there is some powerful individuals in that party. We just need to give the party a reason to approach us."
The man nodded. "Your intellect is unrivaled, Cheon Gwi-jin. But I must alert that the party have probably made its move."
Cheon Gwi-jin chuckles softly, squating down to see a clear view of Gwak Deomshim. "Don't worry. Hide yourselves when the party arrives, now begone."
The men disappeared in an instant as Cheon Gwi-jin gave his command. Cheon Gwi-jin diverted his gaze to Jeo-gun who was still indulging himself in alcohol.
"Hey!" he called. "Cut his tendons and bring him to the dungeon, Jeo-gun!" he commanded as he stood up and stepped out of the window and onto the roof. He sat down and stared at the full moon.
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Swordmaster, My Ass!(Under Revision)
FantasíaJin Myeong lost his parents to a strange illness, leaving him alone and vulnerable in a harsh world. Driven by a desire to survive and find a sense of belonging, he wandered the mainland in search of a martial arts sect that could take him in. Howev...
