Ma Taryong, who ranked second among the Seven ssengers.
If Seol-Hwi was offered a better position because he did unexpected things during his fight with Seo Mugwi, then he would have to do sothing even more than that.
Be it as a subordinate or sothing else, having Ma Taryong with him would help Seol-Hwi in the future.
“But, is it even possible for a mber of the Seven ssengers to be my subordinate?”
It was sothing Seol-Hwi wasn’t too sure of, because he had never heard of such a thing happening in the Sect. Still, he thought it could be possible.
Seol-Hwi decided to leave this matter for later, and opened his toolbox.
There was still ti until morning, so he wanted to check the rewards he earned from his fight. In particular, the prize that had intrigued him when he first saw it.
Seol-Hwi took out a golden belt, and placed it on the desk.
The appearance of the belt itself wasn’t too flashy. It was a soft golden color, with hints of jade. At first glance, it looked to be made of so kind of leather.
Seol-Hwi pondered for a while on how to use the belt.
“Do I tie it like this?”
He wrapped the belt around his waist. The belt was more comfortable than Seol-Hwi thought. As if it was made to fit his body right from the start, it didn’t feel too tight, nor did it slide down.
Huh…?
But most of all, it was the text which appeared in front of him that shocked Seol-Hwi.
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