Watching Baek Cheon walk up the stage, Hyun Jong clenched his fists.
‘Baek Cheon.’
He clenched it even harder.
Was he afraid of Baek Cheon losing?
It wasn’t like that.
Hyun Jong had unconditional trust in this man. If Chung Myung was the one making a mess, then Baek Cheon was the one purifying Mount Hua with great care.
If Chung Myung was the child who would not even blink their eyes in the face of a fight, then Baek Cheon was the child raised with care, who might even get blown away by the wind or broken with a touch.
So, naturally, he felt concerned.
“Isn’t he the great disciple of Mount Hua?”
“Yes. He is the greatest among the other disciples.”
“Then he must be the fiercest of all the children we’ve seen.”
“Right.”
He couldn’t say anything else.
He just stared at Baek Cheon and those who were looking at him cautiously.
‘The atmosphere is clearly different from yesterday.’
Yesterday, it seemed like they all were saving their own faces. But after Chung Myung became active, the disciples of Mount Hua continued their streak and now everyone was acting cold.
‘What are they so afraid of?’
Hyun Jong bit his lip.
Afraid of getting hurt?
Or afraid that the balance of power that they had struggled to keep was being disrupted?
‘This should be done by first-class disciples.’
If this was a place where real sword battles were happening between first class disciples and the elders of another sect, then he could understand their nervous expression and reactions.
However, it was disappointing for him to see these old people being overly passionate about the activities of young people who could not yet be called the true power of a sect.
‘Does that mean this is how it works?’
Hyun Jong couldn’t hide his disappointment and sighed.
‘No. No. I was wrong.’
It wasn’t that the others were wrong, the one in the wrong was Hyun Jong.
If there were two sects with the same amount of skills: Hyun Jong and another random person were the sect leaders, then which sect would develop more?
Hyun Jong, who always conceded to others, would step back from everything and be pushed around by the other sect leader.
‘Weren’t we always told to be careful with time?’
Hyun Jong nodded slightly, looking at the Shaolin sect leader standing ahead.
‘Abbot must have seen all of this.’
Of course, a good person could be a good sect leader.
However, those who could not take care of their own and could only hope for a collective agreement would only be buried.
To keep one’s position, one needs to have a goal-oriented mind.
The moment he understood that these seemingly frivolous actions were for the sake of their own sects, Hyun Jong’s eyes shone.
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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...