Return of Mount Hua Sect

A family name standing on the deck greeted Jang Il-so politely.

"Well done, Lord Lyeon."

"Hmm."

Jang Il-so nodded slowly.

However, unlike his family name, King Heukryong's complexion was not so bright.

"Jillang……. No, Ryeonju."

King Black Dragon asked with a stiff face.

"I don't understand what the lord is doing. Do you really need to keep that man alive for five days?"

“…….”

"I understand that we need to clearly inform them of the destruction of the Southern Palace. But you don't have to give them time...….”

Jang Il-so slowly looked back at him.

"Because I need it."

“…….”

"It's necessary, King Black Dragon."

Jang Il-so twisted his lips.

"If we kill all those Namgoongsega now, what will Shaolin say to the other factions who have arrived after us?"

"…he is."

King Black Dragon closed his mouth to say what.

Will Shaolin confess that they couldn't jump into the river because Jang Il-so arrived?

'That can't be true.’

If it were him who was there, he would never have said that. I've tried my best to run, but when I get there, I'll tell you that Namgung has already made a name for those wicked Sapa people.

There's no one in this Janggang who can refute that kind of course. All there is is Namgung, Sapaeryeon, and Shaolin.

Who would believe what they say, even if the two Koreans who snooped around the Janggang River out of curiosity saw this? The people over there right now are the leader of Murim, Shaolin.

"It's Namgoong. I can handle it anytime. The important thing is to make the world know that Shaolin just stopped there and watched the Namgung collapse."

Jang Il-so smiled coldly.

"Our enemy is not the Southern Palace, but the Old File Room."

“…….”

King Black Dragon felt cold air flowing down his back for a moment.

Surochae also cooked Namgung Sega skillfully without rushing. However, I never thought of using that Namgung Sega as bait to humiliate Shaolin and twist that political faction.

Who could think of such a thing?

I was curious about King Heukryong. Let's see how Shaolin will greet those who will follow Shaolin. Perhaps a mixture of sin and humiliation.

"……but the arrival of support will mean that their power will eventually be strong. What if they're really trying to walk down the river to save the Southern Palace?"

"They?"

Jang Il-so snorted.

"If they were, the war would have already begun."

“…….”

"Those who once stop can't take their feet off again. If we were pressed for time, we could attack like a pushover. But……."

Jang Il-so turned his head and looked toward Shaolin. And asked gently.

"Do you see it?"

“…….”

"What do you think they're thinking right now? Do you think he's happy to have the opportunity to save the Southern Palace?”

The Black Dragon King frowned.

"If it were me……."

A white tooth was revealed between Jang Il-so's bright red lips. It looked as if I were looking at an animal with its fangs exposed.

"I'd rather have that guy dead and gone and shut up."

King Black Dragon looked at Jang Il-so with a blank face.

"Even if you get support and save the Southern Palace, nothing will come back to Shaolin. The ball will go to those who arrive later. The only thing Shaolin can gain from fighting with evil is the return of the Southern Palace, which has had a terrible grudge against them."“…….”

"I'm asking you again…….”

A cold sweat ran down the back of King Black Dragon.

"Do you really think Shaolin wants to save the Namgung? Really?"

“…….”

"I don't think so."

Jang Il-so laughed quietly. This situation is so interesting that I'm going crazy.

King Black Dragon chewed on the inside of his lips, feeling chills.

Crazy guy.

This guy is out of his mind.

Control?

There's no way I can control this kind of person. He and the other victims of the Sapaeryon were clearly mistaken for something so far.

This man will surely take the world in his own hands and shake it as he pleases.

"Human being……."

At that time, Jang Il-so, who stopped laughing at one point, saw King Black Dragon. His eyes looked as if you were no different.

"Words and actions are different."

“…….”

"A man's words are merely made up in moderation for his own good. The real heart always lurks deep inside. And the funny thing is...….”

Jang Il-so, who was speaking softly, threw his eyes toward Shaolin.

"Unexpectedly, people don't know what they really are."

“…….”

"Don't you want to know? Let's see how that court will turn out. And how those middlemen who have been taught to abide by the court's orders for life will react."

Jang Il-so gently smoothed my lips with her fingertips.

"What's clear is that those who once saw my ugly nature will never go back again. It's not important to kill a few guys, it's Shaolin. The important thing is to let them know. That they're not that great of a human beings.”

“…….”

"Well."

Jang Il-so's long eyes became slightly thinner.

"There's no alcohol."

Then King Black Dragon quickly chinned. Those who were depressed by Jang Il-so's spirit were startled and ran toward the cabin.

King Heukryong asked because Jang Il-so showed no sign of going in even though he went to get alcohol.

"In this place?"

"Isn't that good?"

Jang Il-so giggled and laughed.

"I think it'll be pretty cool to drink with Shaolin who can't do this or that."

King Black Dragon nodded heavily.

"Ta, I'll get the table…"….”

The figure who brought the alcohol stammered to the end and said with a white face. Then Jang Il-so slowly reached out his hand.

"Drinking first."

"What? Oh…… yes!"

The number politely held out the bottle. Jang Il-so slowly walked to the ship's railing, holding a bottle of liquor, and sat down.

"Nice."

Eyes were on Shaolin across the river. As if it had become a statue, it was quite worth seeing that he could not take a step away from it.

A man of faith jumps into a pit of fire. However, a man who once stopped walking in front of a fireball will never jump into it again.

What Jang Il-so wanted was to leave a deep fire in their hearts.

'One win is good, I guess.’

The important thing is to win at the end.

Then the pen name approached him carefully.

"Lord of the Ryeon."

"Huh?"

"Of course they won't be able to jump back into the river. But wouldn't the gatekeepers arriving later be different.

"It's just pigs. They don't have the courage to fight us alone when they don't sound loud?”

“…….”

"That's the man who should lead the Great Sega, and the other axis, the Dangga, has left. Shaolin doesn't even know what they're doing, and the shaman, who should be an alternative, has been sealed."

Jang Il-so, who was slowly reciting the situation, raised the corners of his mouth."All that's left is the voices of the high-pitched idiots.

The pen name nodded slowly.

"I understood."

Jang Il-so, who thought he had finished talking at that time, opened his mouth again.

"But…."

"What?"

Jang Il-so did not answer immediately and wore a strange smile even though his family name looked suspicious.

"It's over there, too."

"…what do you mean?"

"The unexpected crazy guy.”

“…….”

"Hahaha."

Jang Il-so shook his head happily and started drinking.

'Right?'

with one's eyes fixed to the north.

Namgoongdowi collapsed on the spot.

I heard everything. Everything.

Jang Il-so carried his inner work throughout the river with his voice. As if every single person should know the current situation.

Thanks to this, those in the island also had to listen to Jang Il-so's conversation with the court.

"Haha……."

A despondent laughter leaked out of Namgoongdowi's mouth.

You're so mean.

The kind of conference and romance he had dreamed of was nothing more than an illusion. The reality was horribly cruel.

But what made him even more distressing was the fact that he could not afford to turn away from the injustice.

"Ugh……."

"Cough."

I heard sounds full of anguish from here and there. Inspectors at the Namgung Palace collapsed bleeding and wriggled. Those who endured injuries with mental strength collapsed as if they had lost their spirits.

There were not even a few people who were so critical that they could not survive today.

What are we here for?’

There was no hesitation when he advanced to Maehwa Island to protect his pride as a political party and consultation. However, as the situation went this far, I couldn't help but laugh with self-help.

Did it really exist? Did the consultation and the pride of the political party really exist?

Then why does Shaolin stop there and get fooled by Jang Il-so?

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

I feel like everything is being denied. Everything about him...….

Chin

But at that moment, someone put their hand on Namgung Dowi's shoulder.

“…….”

When I turned around weakly, Namgung Hwang was holding his shoulder.

Although he looked pale as if his mental damage had not gone away, his mouth was more firm than ever.

"Get up."

"…Father."

"Take care of the injured. Now it's a fight to endure. We need to save even one more person."

“…….”

"For the next five days…….”

"What if I hang in there?"

“…….”

Namgoongdowi, who asked back while cutting off his back in tears, bit his lips to the point of bleeding.

"What after five days? I've endured well, so I just have to be satisfied and die?”

"Theft……."

"Do you really think they're going to help us? Really?"

Namgung closed his eyes.

His son showed a worthy image of Namgung's name until the last minute. To the surprise of even the Southern Palace.

So the sense of betrayal would be the greatest. More than anyone here.

"They……."

Squeeze.

While Namgoongdowi was about to open his mouth again, Namgoonghwang grabbed his shoulder once again.

"Are you going to leave the dying just because they don't help?"

“…….”

"There is no such thing as meaningless resistance. Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do rather than accomplish something."

Namgoongdowi bites his lips.

His shoulders have shivered finely. Namgoong Hwang waited for Namgoongdowi without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, I...….”

"It worked."

Namgoongdowi struggled to raise his heavy body.

"I'll try to deal with the injuries and hang in there as long as I can. But…….""I know."

There must be a limit to the number of injured people holding out in this place where there's not a grain left. It's hard to tell how many days that five will survive.

"All you have to do is live."

“…….”

"Not a single person."

Namgoongdowi closed his eyes slowly listening to Namgoonghwang. When he opened his eyes again after taking a deep breath, his eyes were firm again.

He turned and shouted straight away.

"Those who can move, follow me! We take care of the wounded, we heal them!"

"……Yes!"

An answer came back that didn't feel a bit lively. The situation that Namgung is in right now has been revealed.

However, rather than forcing them to be encouraged, the Namgoong Provincial Commission devoted itself to the recovery of the injured. There's definitely a situation where it doesn't work no matter how much you say it.

Namgoong Hwang turned to Namgoongdowi and Namgoongmyeong, who were diligently moving.

ships surrounding the island

And Shaolin stopped over the island.

You're lonely.

It was as if the world had abandoned them.