“Everyone keep this in mind. We are not the disciples of Mount Hua. We are just merchants under the Peace Merchant group, and we came to buy the purple wood grass.”
“That’s obvious.”
“You must not do anything that might reveal that we are the disciples of Mount Hua. This is a paramount secret.”
“Did everyone hear that?”
“So, no matter what happens, think repeatedly before you act!”
“Yes. Think!”
In the end, Baek Cheon shouted at Chung Myung who kept repeating himself.
“You, you brat! I am talking about you, not the others!”
Chung Myung’s eyes widened.
“Me?”
“Right! You are the one who needs to hear this the most among us! Other than you who else creates accidents for us?”
“Tch. Sasuk, have you always held such prejudice?”
“…stop speaking.”
Baek Cheon took a deep breathe.
‘I feel so anxious.’
They did manage to get here somehow, but he felt like his legs were giving out at the thought of entering Kunming.
‘But I cannot let him go alone.’
If he was someone who listened to reason maybe he would say something, but it was unreasonable for Chung Myung to listen to other people.
“Yu samae.”
“Yes, sahyung.”
“Stay close to Chung Myung and keep an eye on him so that he doesn’t cause an accident.”
“Yes!”
Yu Yiseol’s eyes went to Chung Myung. Seeing that, he opened his mouth with a face of dissatisfaction.
“What do you all think of me? Do I look like someone who is going to cause trouble?”
“Yes.”
“You always do that.”
“It isn’t that weird to think that way.”
“…”
Chung Myung twisted his body in injustice, but his sahyungs didn’t blink an eye.
‘At least Yu samae is a bit more careful at controlling him.’
However, this isn’t the fundamental solution. Baek Cheon didn’t think for a moment Yu Yiseol could stop him, but he had to do something to at least slow him down.
‘The best way to get to Kunming is to move faster and get hold of the information we need before Chung Myung creates trouble.’
Baek Cheon, Yoon Jong and Jo Gul looked at each other. As if they were all having the same thoughts, they had determined faces.
“Let’s go!”
“Yes!”
The disciples of Mount Hua confidently entered the gates of Kunming. There were no guards at the gate and no other form of security either.
In the slightly weird atmosphere, Baek Cheon passed through the gate.
“…what is this?”
“Why is it like this?”
Even inside the gate everyone frowned at the unexpected sight.
“…has a plague struck the place?”
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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...
