I asked you! What the hell is happening!?
Hwang Jongis voice rang out loudly.
Confused and panicked, the disciples of the Southern Edge Sect didnt say anything and stared blankly at Hwang Jongi.
What could they say?
Cough. Cough.
Right now, what they needed most was an excuse, but the blood pouring from Chung Myungs mouth would render any excuse invalid.
In this hopeless situation, not even the grandfather of Zhuge Liangs grandfather could find a suitable excuse to help them escape.
Hwang Jongi looked at Chung Myung lying on the floor and cried out.
Hurry! Bring a physician right now! There must be a mber of the outer house who hasnt left yet! What are you doing!
Yes! Young master!
One of the servants following Hwang Jongi rushed to the outer garden. Hwang Jongi strode closer to Chung Myung, who was down.
The disciples of the Southern Edge sect hesitated as they opened a path for him.
Hwang Jongi knelt down and examined Chung Myungs condition. Anger violently surged in his heart as his face distorted in rage.
You people dare claim to be righteous!
At Hwang Jongis words, the faces of the Southern Edge sect disciples darkened.
Are you saying that this is how one should act against a child? I thought the Southern Edge sect would be dignified at least, but how am I supposed to understand what just happened in front of my eyes!
Lee Song-Baeks face turned pale.
Would he be able to make it out of this alive?
He never intended to hurt him like that.
I even called back the internal qi!
Lee Song-Baek was standing still without a word. But one thing was certain. Hwang Jongis expression left no room for excuses.
The servant ca running back with a physician in tow at that mont. As soon as the physician approached the wheezing Chung Myung, his face stiffened.
Ugh!
With his stiff face, he spoke.
Hurry and move him inside! Co on! His insides are a total ss, so be careful! Careful!
The Southern Edge Sects disciples tried to assist them upon hearing that.
Stand back!
Hwang Jongi wouldnt allow them to touch Chung Myungs body. Hwang Jongi stared at them with blazing red eyes and called for his servants.
What are you doing!? Did you not hear my words!?
Sorry! Young master!
The servants carefully embraced Chung Myung. Blood, gushing from his mouth, dripped down to his chest and settled on the floor.
Careful! Careful!
The physician clung tightly to Chung Myung and headed to the main house. Hwang Jongi and the other disciples watched as Chung Myung was moved.
As the fading figure of Chung Myung finally disappeared., Hwang Jongi turned his head.
I will never forget what happened today.
Young master!
Leave.
Lee Song-Baeks face turned pale.
The Eunha rchant Guild was necessary for the Southern Edge sect. Wasnt that why even their elders ca down here?
If their relationship was now in trouble, the aftermath wasnt sothing the sect could afford.
As Lee Song-Baek was about to say sothing, a voice ca from behind.
What is all this?
It was Ki Mok-Seung. He approached with a puzzled look in his eyes.
Young master, what is all this? Is that blood.
Ki Mok-Seung, who was speaking, went silent. The floor and the wall were broken, and he could guess what had happened.
These stupid bastards!
Ki Mok-Seungs gaze fell on his disciples. He sighed after seeing Lee Song-Baek, who couldnt even et his gaze.
Young Master. If so accident has happened, we
Are you calling this an accident?
Young master.
The person who was here to treat my father was horrifyingly injured by your disciples. Can you call this an accident? An accident is sothing which happens unintentionally, am I wrong?
Ki Mok-Seung looked at Lee Song-Baek.
His look conveyed a deeper aning to Lee Song-Baek. Since he was the one who caused this, he should settle the matter himself.
Lee Song-Baek, who understood, bit his lip and stepped forward.
Young master. There seems to be a misunderstanding.
A misunderstanding?
Hwang Jongi exhaled in anger.
It would be better that you call blind. I saw with my own eyes and heard with my ears, so what could I have misunderstood?
I never used much force against him. There is sothing
Look here.
Hwang Jongi stared at Lee Song-Baek with cold, sunken eyes.
Do you think that overextending your hand is the problem here? Why did you, a disciple of the Southern Edge sect, have to wield your sword against a child from Mount Hua in the first place?
It was a simple spar.
Spar?
Hwang Jongi shook his head.
I might not be familiar with the ways of warriors, but I know that spars are done between those who hold equal levels of strength. You say that you were sparring when you went against a child who was barely half your age?
No one said anything.
If the spar had ended without accident, there wouldnt have been anything to say. However, with it resulting in an injured and bleeding child, there was no talking their way out of taking responsibility.
I wont say much. Take your disciples and leave.
Y-Young master, listen to my wor
I said to leave.
Hwang Jongi looked at Ki Mok-Seung and said,
I wont press the issue farther out of respect for the relationship weve shared with the Southern Edge sect for so long. But now, I dont want to see the faces of your disciples here. Please leave this place for today.
In the end, Ki Mok-Seung just slowly nodded his head, unable to speak up.
I will. Young master, this was an unfortunate accident, but please rember that the Southern Edge Sect hopes for Elder Hwangs swift recovery.
I wish that to be the case. But it doesnt seem like that anymore.
Hwang Jongi returned toward the main house. Ki Mok-Seung, who observed Hwang Jongis departure, turned his head to glare at Lee Song-Baek.
Elder, I
I wont say much. This is your fault; you deal with it. Go and ask for the young masters forgiveness at any cost, solve the situation, and then return. I will return to the Mountain with the others.
Lee Song-Baeks face turned pale.
How could he possibly ask for forgiveness from the young master in this situation?
This was more like a punishnt than an order. But looking at the frigid expression on Ki Mok-Seungs face, he could only stay quiet and comply.
I understand.
Ki Mok-Seung looked at Lee Song-Baek for a long ti without speaking and then turned around.
Were leaving.
Yes. Elder.
The disciples all looked at Lee Song-Baek and then followed after the Elder.
Watching them leave, Lee Song-Baek bit his lip in frustration.
How is his condition?
its not so good.
Hmm.
Hwang Jongis face darkened when he received the physicians diagnosis from the general head. Seeing his bleak expression, the general continued.
According to the physician, his qi ridians are completely strained and in a dangerous situation. For now, they are trying to control the qi, but they cant guarantee a complete recovery.
Does that an he wont die?
It seems like it.
Thank goodness.
Hwang Jongi sighed in relief.
Mount Huas disciple ca to Eunha rchant Guild to help and was beaten to death by the Southern Edge sect?
This was sothing he hated to even think about.
Moreover, Chung Myung had co to treat his father. Of course, the fault lay in those who assaulted him, but even the Eunha rchant guild would be ridiculed for allowing it to occur at all.
For Hwang Jongi, personally, this was intolerable.
Chung Myung was the only person who managed to improve his fathers condition so far. Maybe, he was the only hope at ever having his father back.
Attacking such an important person and injuring him so this would have never happened if the Southern Edge Sect had even a modicum of respect for his father and his guild.
That Southern Edge sect has beco so arrogant!
Normally, he would have tried to see both sides of the situation. But when he thought about their attitude and Ki Mok-Seungs words, it was difficult to trust them any longer.
Hwang Jongi coughed several tis in discomfort and looked at the general.
Then, how long will it take for him to awaken?
He should be up in two or three days.
Hmm. In the anti, I only pray my fathers condition doesnt worsen.
Hwang Jongi let out a deep sigh.
He thought he had finally found a way to help his father, but this had to happen. It seed like the heavens had turned their backs on him.
The general head, who glanced at Hwang Jongis expression, carefully spoke.
But Young master.
Hm?
Will this child really be able to cure the Elder? Im not that confident in him.
Is there anything we lose by believing him?
That is true, but.
Hwang Jongi spoke firmly.
Of the many people we called for, none have been able to figure out fathers disease. But this child from Mount Hua could list the symptoms without even looking at my father. Didnt my fathers condition improve a little too?
Yes.
This isnt so vague belief that I have in him. I feel like Heaven is trying to help us a little. Anyway, we just have to ensure that this small child recovers properly. Dont hold back on supporting him.
Ill keep that in mind. Then, Ill take my leave for now.
Yes.
The general head bowed and got up from his seat.
Hmm.
Hwang Jongi, who watched him leave, let out a low sigh.
Wheeze
Wheeze
A low, feeble breath escaped from the corner of Chung Myungs bedridden mouth. His face was pale and tired, seemingly devoid of blood, which showed how precarious his condition was.
It was slow and quiet with no consistent rhythm, but it continued, nonetheless. However, it wouldnt be strange if he stopped breathing entirely.
Wheeze
Only the short and weak breathing filled the room when a strange silence followed.
Click!
The door opened with a slight sound. And then, nothing happened for a while.
Did a few minutes pass?
Kiik!
The door began to open carefully.
Before long, a man carefully snuck his way in. A cautious movent, not even letting his footsteps make a sound. The room was blanketed in total darkness, leaving it impossible to recognize who had entered.
The man snuck in like a cat hunting for food as he ca to Chung Myungs side.
Wheeze
Wheeze.
The sight of Chung Myung breathing weekly with a pale face caught the eye of the silent intruder.
The mysterious figure, staring at Chung Myungs face, slowly raised his hand.
Their fingertips were dyed an eerie black as if coated in ink.
I have no grudges against you; just think of this as the price for disturbing my work.
The man mumbled to himself, then slamd the blackened hand towards Chung Myungs neck.
At that mont
Grab!
Chung Myung, who should have been exhausted and tired, suddenly pushed aside the blanket and grabbed the mans wrist.
Ugh!
Chung Myung looked at the man with a tired complexion.
A strange smile on his face, the most wicked and triumphant kind.
I got you, you son of a bitch!
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