Jin Geum-Ryong’s sharp gaze fell on Lee Song-Baek, who returned to the Southern Edge Sect’s side.
“Was that really something to be so triumphant about?”
“Of not course, sahyung.”
“Anyone here could beat down that child.”
“I know.”
Jin Geum-Ryong stared at Lee Song-Baek with cold eyes.
‘I don’t like it.’
The fact that elders of the Southern Edge Sect had sat down to make a sword technique with all their heart and soul, clinging to change, but the attitude of this man meant that he would never listen.
From one to ten, he hated that child the most.
If Chung Myung was the hated enemy that he needed to defeat whenever they met, Lee Song-Baek was the person he hated the most.
Opposite.
That suited him the best.
“I didn’t mean to criticize the path you followed with that sword technique. But don’t show such an unsightly appearance.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“Go in.”
“Yes.”
Feeling the sharp gazes on him, Lee Song-Baek sighed.
‘It is hard.’
Lee Song-Baek was a dull person.
He had the will to go his own way, but he lacked the skills to persuade others. All he could do was attempt to show them he was on the right path. But, the road to achieving this proper form of the Southern Edge’s sword technique was long and lonely.
He sat down and fixed his gaze on Mount Hua’s camp.
‘How was it, Disciple Chung Myung? Was I on the right track?’
An answer no one would give, but he wanted to hear it from Chung Myung.
“I am sorry!”
Tang Soso bowed,
“This ugly disciple lost to Southern Edge. I will accept any punishment!”
Baek Cheon let out an empty cough.
Seeing such courageous words being thrown out, he felt proud yet sad. Normally, it was the sasuk who should be saying something nice…
“Soso. You…”
But someone moved ahead and tapped Tang Soso on the shoulder,
“Good job!”
“Sahyung?”
“In life, there are times when you win, and times you lose! If you have to be punished for losing just once, then we would have no good people left in the world! Straighten those shoulders!”
Tang Soso’s eyes widened at the kind words of unkind Chung Myung.
Could this bastard be this nice?
When Baek Sang lost, wasn’t it this bastard who slashed that guy’s head again and again with harshly spoken words?
“Is this fine?”
“Hmm”
Chung Myung looked at Tang Sos and said,
“Tang Soso.”
“Yes! Sahyung!”
And he lowered his voice even more,
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AcciónThe 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...
