“Kuak! Kuak! Let go!”
“Where is it?”
“Let go of me, you brat! I am dying out here!”
“Eh!”
Chung Myung let go of the hand that held Hong Dae-kwang by the neck. Soon after, Hong Dae-Kwang sat down and coughed over and over again as if he had almost died.
“You bastard! Don’t you have any sympathy or respect? I have been eating rice for ten years more than you, so show me some respect!”
“Let’s not go over the concept of age.”
“Ugh!”
Chung Myung clicked his tongue as he saw Hong Dae-Kwang wheezing and screaming, not being able to hold back his anger.
‘To be treated like a kid by these brats.’
‘It is such a sad reality.’
If it had been Chung Myung’s original life, he was old enough to be their great-grandfather, but… there was no use mentioning that now.
“Anyway, so where are those bastards? Those bastards didn’t just leave out our Mount Hua, did they?”
“This is still hot news! I just got it! It will take a few more days for us to know the full thing!”
“Uh?”
‘Let’s see if they miss Mount Hua.’
‘I’ll write the word ‘bald’ on the Shaolin Sect Leader’s head if that happens.’
“Is there anyone who does not know about the growth of Mount Hua right now? Especially here…”
Hong Dae-kwang, who was speaking, suddenly said something and went silent, making Chung Myung ask in response.
“What is it?”
“…I was thinking.”
“Uh?”
Hong Dae-Kwang’s expression looked more serious than before.
“That… the Shaolin Sect doesn’t really care about the outside world… and… aren’t they in the east?”
“Right, so?”
“W-well, then wouldn’t it be possible for them to not know of Mount Hua’s growth?”
“…what nonsense is that?”
“N-No, so… Shaolin might think that the Mount Hua is a sect still in ruins, and might not send the letter…”
The more he continued, the stiffer his expression became.
As Chung Myung’s face turned red, Hong Dae-kwang bit his lip.
Unsurprisingly, Chung Myung began to spew fire from his mouth.
“Those bastards… how dare they ignore Mount Hua!?”
“C-calm down! Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon!”
“No, since when have those bastards acted so high and mighty?!”
‘Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon.’
‘The Shaolin sect is naturally a good place. Please think.’
“You are talking nonsense!”
“So what?”
Chung Myung rolled his eyes.
“I am thinking.”
‘It doesn’t really seem like a thinking face, though? I think you have already thought of an answer.’
“W-what are you thinking?”
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AkcjaThe 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...
