To be honest, it felt like his heart had sunk.
But he didn't show it on the outside. His expression was still calm.
"I don't understand what you're saying."
He was so calm and composed that Yoo Baek-gi's gaze, which had been filled with certainty, beca clouded for a mont.
In fact, an old man like Yoo Baek-gi could tell if a person was lying just by looking at their face, expression, and atmosphere.
Such insight was a kind of life experience he had learned from living a long ti.
Moreover, who was Yoo Baek-gi? He was the number one under heaven. Martial artists were people who were skilled in reading people's psychology. Because in a fight, they had to know what the opponent was thinking and how they would swing their weapon just by looking at their expression, gaze, and facial muscles.
And among those martial artists, the number one under heaven was Yoo Baek-gi.
'It is an expression and a gaze that does not show any lies.'
In fact, Yoo Baek-gi was not completely sure either.
Because his master had asserted that the concept of returning to youth itself was just a product of imagination.
No, if that were the case, would the nurous masters in the history of the martial world have gone against heaven to extend their lives?
There was no returning to youth.
But the reason Yoo Baek-gi had no choice but to think of it was clear.
"It was my master's sword... so. It was my master's eye. It was a sword that was not just familiar, but truly familiar. The tricks I created, the killing moves hidden in the false moves, all of those were what I had learned from my master. Only I, and my master, knew. But you countered and blocked them all."
To be honest, Cheon Mubaeck was flustered.
Wasn't that a natural thing? Yoo Baek-gi's tricks, false moves, and all sorts of mysteries of the sword were familiar to Cheon Mubaeck's eyes.
He had never dread that he would doubt his identity just because he had countered and responded to them.
Cheon Mubaeck glanced at Yoo Baek-gi.
'It seems he's not completely sure either.'
First of all, his tone was like that. In case he was wrong, he had changed to a semi-formal tone, not a low one.
Cheon Mubaeck thought for a mont and said.
"Of course, I am also a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God. I have inherited the martial arts he has achieved. It would be familiar to your eyes, Grand-master."
"Didn't you grab my sword by putting a part of the Gwigok Gwang-ae on your hand?"
"I did."
"Do you know? My master had seriously utilized the Gwigok Gwang-ae from the Righteous-Demonic War."
"..."
Cheon Mubaeck's eyebrow twitched very slightly. Although it had passed so quickly that it was impossible to notice, Yoo Baek-gi had definitely not missed it.
Yoo Baek-gi pressed down the tickling feeling in his chest and pulled the reins even tighter.
"He was such a strong person that he had no rivals in the world. Because he would kill all his enemies before he even had to use his protective qi. But since the Heavenly Demon was so strong, he had developed and researched the Gwigok Gwang-ae. The application thod of creating the Gwigok Gwang-ae only on the main parts of the body, as if adding a small shield, was created then. You said the person who would be my senior brother had died before the Righteous-Demonic War?"
"I had to face and fight the demonic path in a situation where I was still infinitely lacking. Against those stronger than , not only attacking, but also protecting my body is an important thing, isn't it?"
"So you researched how to utilize the Gwigok Gwang-ae and used it in real combat?"
"That's right. It's not that the study that the Azure Sky Sword God had passed on was passed on, but I had researched and achieved it on my own because I was in need."
It was not a wrong statent. It was a plausible reason. Cheon Mubaeck was a genius with a five-sense that could not be simply described as a talent.
It was quite possible to add his own enlightennt to the martial arts of the Azure Sky Sword God that had been passed on.
But Yoo Baek-gi did not waver.
"Co to think of it, it is a strange thing. My master's will."
"As a descendant, how can I not know the will that has been passed on?"
"Only I have heard my master's will. The words to stop bothering his old self and to have his disciple kill the Heavenly Demon are known to only two people in the world. , and the Azure Sky Sword God."
"Long before the Azure Sky Sword God had returned to heaven, that is, around the ti the Righteous-Demonic War was being settled, he had sent those words to my master in a letter several tis."
To be honest, there was nothing wrong with it. No matter how much he had protected his side as a disciple, he could not know every single move of his master. He was not a spy.
And it was quite possible to send a letter while taking care of a grand-disciple, a descendant of another disciple.
However, Yoo Baek-gi shook his head.
"No. I can't possibly imagine my master taking care of soone warmly and even sending a letter."
"No, what..."
"That person, no, heum heum. Although my master had many human aspects, he was not a warm person."
"..."
"Taking care of a grand-disciple with a letter? No, no way. It's a relief he didn't beat him up."
"..."
Cheon Mubaeck tried his best to hold it in.
'This bastard. He's using a stratagem to provoke , right?'
If he got angry here, it would be as if he were confessing.
Although Cheon Mubaeck's head was getting hotter, he did not waver.
Shalessness was his greatest weapon.
As he had repeated his life every ti, it was not difficult to shalessly tell lies without even batting an eye at most things.
"I don't know. At my master's residence, there were nurous letters sent by the Azure Sky Sword God."
"Can you show them to ?"
"My master had burned them all when he passed away."
"..."
Cheon Mubaeck poured out lies and fabrications without hesitation.
'How would he know?'
No matter how much they had been a master and a disciple who had been together for more than half their lives, there was no way to know perfectly.
Since it was a content that could not be confird in any way, Cheon Mubaeck had chattered without hesitation.
But still, Yoo Baek-gi did not erase his suspicious gaze.
Cheon Mubaeck looked into Yoo Baek-gi's emotions with his divine eye and beca a little impatient.
'He's full of certainty.'
Although it might waver slightly, the clear color that did not fade was shining brightly.
Cheon Mubaeck admitted that he had been careless. It was because he had been too engrossed in the duel and had fought without thinking. But what could he do? The matter had already beco irreversible.
Cheon Mubaeck said with a wronged face.
"Grand-master, do you hate to acknowledge this grand-disciple as being from the sa sect so much?"
"..."
"Think about it. You must have taken care of the Azure Sky Sword God's funeral yourself, Grand-master."
Then Yoo Baek-gi was at a loss for words.
"Well... I did bury him with my own hands."
Who was the person who had carefully buried that corpse with his own hands?
Wasn't it himself?
He had confird that his breath had stopped. Moreover, considering his master's eccentric nature, hadn't he suspected that he might have faked his death and had guarded the corpse's side?
But it was certain.
His master was dead. He had confird it himself.
Then the suspicion that he had returned to his youth was naturally ridiculous.
'But...'
Yoo Baek-gi quietly looked into Cheon Mubaeck's eyes.
In fact, as you live a long ti, there are tis when a hunch is more reliable than the evidence you see with your eyes.
At the very least, for a person with Yoo Baek-gi's experience and senses, a hunch was often more accurate.
Yoo Baek-gi also tended to absolutely trust his own senses.
But it was also true that he was at a loss for words.
Cheon Mubaeck looked at Yoo Baek-gi with a triumphant face.
'Can he find evidence that I have been reincarnated? Returning to youth is not it in the first place.'
Although he might be suspicious, if he insisted that it was not, what could he do?
Cheon Mubaeck's mouth beca bitter as he saw the confused Yoo Baek-gi.
'This is why it's not easy to make connections in life.'
If one life ends and a new life begins, it is not a very good thing to be entangled with the connections of a past life.
Because it is a threat that makes it very easy to fall into a demonic state.
Even now, Cheon Mubaeck was contemplating whether to reveal his identity or not. It was not a simple contemplation. He had to consider all the situations that would happen afterwards, and he had to think about how the opponent would react and how they would act.
And he had to judge whether it would be beneficial to him and the opponent.
It was by no ans an easy contemplation.
If he had to have such a contemplation every ti he encountered a connection from a past life, it would be easy to fall into a demonic state.
It was not just one or two lives.
He had repeated his life hundreds of tis, and in terms of ti, it was from the birth of the martial world.
There were definitely tis when all the connections of that life were encountered every ti he repeated his life, and at those tis, he had fallen into a serious demonic state.
Now, since he had repeated his life so many tis, he had learned how to lightly pass by without being so shaken even if he t a connection from a past life.
'The way to exclude my past self as much as possible.'
So he had treated all the past connections he had t so far like that.
Gwak Yong, Shaolin, Huashan, and the Zhuge Clan.
Cheon Mubaeck had just introduced himself as a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God.
Because he knew it was the best way.
But this ti it was not easy.
He could not just cut it off as a master-disciple relationship.
Because the number of tis Cheon Mubaeck had raised a disciple could be counted on one hand.
He had given that much affection.
Wasn't it a relationship where they had lived like a family?
When he t such a connection, Cheon Mubaeck had no choice but to be seriously troubled.
'This is why...'
His mouth was bitter for no reason.
Even the great Cheon Mubaeck was not a man with an iron will who was not even human.
Cheon Mubaeck had also gotten married and had seen a child in his past life.
But all of those things had co back as a boorang the mont his life ended and a new life began.
'There's no choice. It's better for us not to know each other.'
Thinking so, Cheon Mubaeck looked at Yoo Baek-gi with a calm expression.
But there was sothing that Cheon Mubaeck had not thought of about Yoo Baek-gi.
Although he was not his family, and his personality was completely different, he was a disciple who had been with him for more than half his life.
If they had lived together for so long, they were bound to resemble each other.
The one thing that Yoo Baek-gi had co to resemble Cheon Mubaeck was just one thing.
"...Master. Let's stop the gas now."
It was his stubbornness. No, it was a stubbornness that was combined with Cheon Mubaeck's unique shalessness.
"Master, whether it's returning to youth or whatever, anyway, the master I know is a person who can stand in front of , using any brilliant thod. Master, please stop speaking formally."
"No, I'm not..."
"Haha, Master. No matter how much you hate this unworthy disciple, can you cut off our connection for tens of years like this?"
"No... I said I'm not."
"Master. How have you been all this ti?"
Cheon Mubaeck was fed up with the attitude of blocking his ears and only saying what he wanted to say.
Didn't it look as if he were doing what he himself was doing?
"No, has this person gone senile..."
"Senile. Haha. That tone, it is indeed you, Master."
"I'm not that kind of person."
"You are, aren't you, Master?"
"I said I'm not."
"Master."
"Why are you doing this, really?"
"Master. I am the one who wants to ask why you are doing this."
"..."
Cheon Mubaeck bit his lip.
His head was complicated. At this point, he had nothing to say.
Seeing him act without breaking his stubbornness like that.
'He believes my identity without a doubt.'
He was at a loss for words. As Cheon Mubaeck fell silent, an indescribable emotion swirled on Yoo Baek-gi's face.
A faintness appeared, and what followed was a gladness, and what still remained was a bit of doubt.
But more than doubt, now, his certainty was greater.
In the end, Yoo Baek-gi dropped the tip of his sword.
"Why have you appeared only now? Only now... why only now..."
Cheon Mubaeck smiled bitterly and said.
"Would you like a drink?"
(End of Chapter)
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