Depending on one’s perspective, it could be considered a long time or a short time.
But finally, the carriage carrying Mount Hua’s disciples entered the Sichuan province.
“Woah.”
As the carriage approached the gate, the eyes of everyone standing nearby focused on them. Anyone with enough money to ride a horse-drawn carriage was certain to be precious and influential.
It was only natural to be curious.
Lee Bo, who pulled the reins, glanced back and shouted.
“We have arrived in Chengdu!”
The flinching inside the carriage could be felt.
Kiik! Kiik!
Soon, the carriage door opened, and the disciples of Mount Hua walked out.
“… what is that?”
“What is with their appearance?”
“Have they been to a war?”
The crowd began to clamor and gossip.
Needless to say, the disciples that emerged from the wagon no longer appeared human.
“Uh… I’m gonna die.”
“We worked hard, leaving home.”
“If we’ve reached Sichuan, we’re halfway there. When will we ever reach Yunnan?”
The tragic sight of Mount Hua’s disciples was simply reminiscent of a severely sick person.
Wide eyes, shaking legs, and sagging shoulders.
Even Chung Myung looked gloomy.
“This was one hellish journey.”
“Let’s not do this again.”
“… half left, another half.”
The gates of the unfamiliar Sichuan looked like the gates to another world. For now, Mount Hua’s disciples felt like crying since they could finally escape the constant repetition of their training.
“Haa… I thought something interesting would occur if we did it for another two days!”
Looking at Chung Myung, who had regained his taste for training, resentment poured in from all sides.
“Enough! Another two days!? I would be a corpse by then!”
“I’d rather just die! Kill me!”
“You really don’t have a heart, do you?”
Even Chung Myung flinched in the face of their fearsome momentum.
“Ah, anyway, we arrived alive. So, this should be fine.”
“Ugh.”
While the disciples were talking, Lee Bo came down the horse.
“What would you like to do now? Would you like to head to Eunha’s branch in Sichuan?”
“Well…”
Baek Cheon frowned. Seeing his reaction, Lee Bo continued.
“The Sichuan branch has been given the order to gather information about Yunnan.”
“Would it have been gathered?”
“Umm.”
Lee Bo frowned and spoke with a sigh.
“Honestly, Eunha’s information gathering network doesn’t extend to Yunnan. In the past, we dealt with Yunnan, but even then, it was more like brokering the needs brought by small merchants rather than a merchant union.”
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
ActionThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...