The thoughts of the Mount Hua disciples.
‘The Plum Blossom Sword Saint.’
‘He is so great…!’
‘Of course, that man is the pride of Mount Hua.’
‘But it is only within Mount Hua that he is so famous. In other places he isn’t regarded highly. Even when we met the Wudang Sect disciples, hadn’t they joked around saying that Wudang was the best?
‘Mount Hua’s pride.’
‘And that person was being recognized as the pride of Yunnan.’
Baek Cheon reached out, grabbed his glass and gulped it down.
“Ha!”
Its fragrance spread through his mouth and his mind felt relaxed. It was difficult to suppress the pride that was rising up his chest. When had Mount Hua ever been recognized this much?
Baek Cheon was a disciple of Mount Hua after all. How could he not feel happy when his ancestor was being recognized this much?
But.
‘Calm down.’
People make mistakes when they feel extremely happy. This was the Nanman Beast palace. No matter how friendly they were now, things could always change.
“Then…”
It was the moment when Baek Cheon tried to speak.
Gulp gulp gulp…
“…”
“Kuak! Let’s drink some more!”
Chung Myung was chugging down the peach extract!
Baek Cheon’s face darkened.
‘In front of the Palace Lord!’
‘He was acting like this in front of the Palace Lord?’
“Kyak! This side dish is delicious. I think I might get drunk today!”
“Kuahahaha! Hot blooded young man! I like you! Have as much as you want! You! Bring out more extract! More and more! Don’t hold back!”
“M-my lord.”
He spoke in a way that a mere servant couldn’t dare say anything back, but the servant still tried his best.
“We brought out all the extract in the warehouse.”
“Uh? Then bring the ones from the treasury too! There must be two more boxes in here!”
“T-that is for the Palace Lord’s grandson’s wedding…”
“You idiot!”
Kwang!
Palace Lord slammed the table. The table rose into the air and fell back down.
In the meantime, Chung Myung grabbed onto the bottles to make sure none of them spilled or broke. Baek Cheon, who saw that, sighed, and closed his eyes.
He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to admire the tenacity of the table which flew into the air and withstood the abuse of the Palace Lord.
No, more than that, he admired the feat of the drunk bastard holding onto all the bottles without spilling anything.
“The descendants of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint have come, and you are talking about some marriage?”
“B-but!”
“What?”
His eyes looked red.
“You idiot! Don’t we make an offering to the shrine of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint every year?”
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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...
