Everyone looked back and forth between the large pavilion and Jo Gul.
The unfocused gazes alternated between the two of them. Jo Gul, who became the star of their strange gazes, put his mouth to the fist and coughed low.
“This here?”
“Yes.”
“This place?”
“I said yes!”
Chung Myung opened his mouth wide.
“… sahyung Jo Gul is their son? You must be the servant’s son, right?”
“This is my house.”
Chung Myung shook his head and placed his hand on Jo Gul’s shoulder.
“No. Think carefully about this sahyung.”
“What?”
“A person’s life is revealed on their face. When I see the face of Jo Gul sahyung, who would ever think you’re the son of a wealthy family? No matter who sees you, you look like the son of a laborer….”
“Hey!”
Unable to bear it, Jo Gul kicked Chung Myung.
“Why? Is it really so strange that I’m the son of this family?”
“Very.”
“Greatly.”
“Really. It is strange, Jo Gul.”
When he looked into the eyes of those who didn’t believe him, even Baek Cheon, Jo Gul bowed his head.
‘And these people are my sahyungs.’
Tears were stinging his eyes.
“Jo Gul. Be honest. Is this really your house?”
“Sahyung…”
Even Yoon Jong couldn’t believe it. Seeing this, Jo Gul grabbed his own head in distress, and Yoon Jong spoke with a flustered expression.
“Ah-no. But didn’t you tell me that you were from a small house?”
“…I couldn’t bring myself to tell you.”
“Huh. It just fits so well without you in the picture.”
“No, do I look that weird? Is it that strange?”
“Ah no. It isn’t strange….”
“Your eyes are saying that it’s strange! Now!”
“Uh… you can see that?”
Yoon Jong was visibly embarrassed, which made Jo Gul even more depressed.
Chung Myung, who had been kicked away, returned at that time.
“No. No. It could be possible. Such things are common. The disrespected son of a successful family couldn’t stand it any longer and left home….”
“Shut it.”
Baek Cheon grunted through his teeth.
“Ah, I wasn’t talking about sasuk.”
“Then why are you looking at me when you say it! You damn bastard!”
It seemed like the people inside could hear their chattering and spoke up.
“Who dares to speak like this in front of the door of the Four Seas Merchant Chamber?”
The massive door opened, and an old man with a sharp face emerged. With a harsh glare, he looked at the disciples of Mount Hua and…
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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...
