“Hmm? Do you know the old man in the white martial arts uniform?” Noh Gun-Sang asked, taken aback.
“H-He’s…” Namgoong Je-Hak started, but suddenly realized his mistake. If he’s hiding his identity on purpose… I shouldn’t reveal it carelessly and risk upsetting him. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Noh Gun-Sang doesn’t recognize him.
Clearing his throat, Namgoong Je-Hak quickly corrected himself, “Ahem, I made a mistake. He looked so much like my late grandfather that I was shocked.”
“Your late grandfather?” Noh Gun-Sang narrowed his eyes at Namgoong Je-Hak’s hasty excuse. “I’ve known you for over fifty years, but this is the first ti you’ve ntioned your grandfather.”
“That’s because he passed away about sixty years ago, hohoho! My grandfather was very fond of …”
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“Do you expect to believe that? Tsk. Fine. You seem to be trying very hard to keep a secret, so I’ll pretend I didn’t hear anything.”
“Thank you.” Namgoong Je-Hak breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Noh Gun-Sang wasn’t done talking. Smiling mischievously, he patted Namgoong Je-Hak’s shoulder and said, “Anyway, since I won the bet, I’m going to reserve a table at the most expensive bar in Nanchang. Be prepared.”
“Ugh… Alright.” Namgoong Je-Hak nodded reluctantly. It wasn’t the money that bothered him, but the fact that he had lost the bet.
Yet, this was only the first of many surprises for the fad Blue Sky Sword King.
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