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Book 3 Chapter 1

A boring fellow with no social skills.

Cheonmu Restaurant, what an unoriginal and uninspired name.

It showed no affection or consideration for the architect.

It was truly a careless name.

Since it was a restaurant within the Cheonmu Academy, calling it Cheonmu Restaurant was no different from calling the second son of the Wang family Wang Yi.

Bilyeon even considered protesting to the higher-ups of the academy who had named it that as part of their movement to create a better world, but he gave up, knowing it would be futile. Interfering in pointless matters that brought him no personal gain went against his usual life philosophy.

But what was more shocking than the name was the menu. In this, the academy's only communal dining hall, the vast menu board displayed only one name, lonely and solitary. 'Cheonmu Special Set.' Truly, tsk, tsk, tsk…

It was true that demanding a variety of dishes and flavors from such a large communal dining hall was unreasonable. Ideals were distant, and reality was harsh. Since they had to prepare meals for nearly a thousand people, it was understandable that a single, simple menu was chosen for efficiency. Thus, he couldn't complain.

However, even with understanding those circumstances, having only one option was too much. Wouldn't it at least be nice to have two options to choose from?

But Bilyeon was willing to tolerate the blandness of the food if the meal itself was free, as long as it didn't cross the line into being excessively unpalatable. He felt more at ease sacrificing his taste buds to a bland, dry, and simple menu than facing the terrifying fear and agonizing pain of his money being drained for meal expenses.

Despite entering the dining hall with such a firm and unyielding resolution, Bilyeon was fortunate that the situation was not as dire as he had imagined. As he entered, a savory and fragrant aroma tickled his nostrils. Dishes with good aromas rarely tasted terribly bad, so Bilyeon was inwardly relieved.

Today's dinner consisted of a chicken dish, two vegetable side dishes, and mandu-guk. Considering that even tea was served as a dessert, there were signs of considerable effort.

The plate was a rectangular iron tray with three small square compartments and two larger square indentations. The larger ones seemed designed for rice and soup, and the smaller ones for side dishes. It was made of metal and was a bit heavy.

Three side dishes with soup, a bit lacking, but passable. The serving was done in two lines from both sides, and fortunately, it wasn't peak time, so there was no long wait.

"Look who it is! The imbecile of Huashan, the disgrace of the sect!"

As he was engrossed in his meal at a table for six, a voice from behind him rudely interrupted his dinner. It was an incredibly obnoxious voice that was bound to provoke displeasure. To see who dared to disturb his elegant meal, Bilyeon turned his head to follow the source of the voice. Others also followed his gaze to the origin of the sound.

Where their eyes landed, a young man and woman in red martial attire stood with arrogant gazes. In that instant, Yun Junho jumped up from his seat. For some reason, his face was extremely dark.

"S-Senior Brother… Are you… are you well?"

Yun Junho hastily performed a fist-and-palm salute. His flustered and fumbling actions caused the young man and woman who had spoken to frown again. As Yun Junho acknowledged them, Hyoryong asked,

"Who are they?"

"Yes, they are senior brother and senior sister from the Huashan sect. This senior brother's name is Jong, Ri, Hak. This senior sister's bestowed name is Chu, Ga, Yeon."

Despite being formally introduced by their junior disciple Yun Junho, these disciples, who were elite disciples from Huashan's Luogan Peak, merely gave a curt nod. Even if Bilyeon and his companions were juniors at the academy, this was impolite. They were clearly arrogant and haughty individuals. The group did not appreciate their insolent behavior, and naturally, if no greeting was offered, why bother with a farewell? So Bilyeon and his companions simply gave a nod in return.

"How did you get in here?"

Jongihak, the senior brother, immediately questioned him as if he were interrogating him. It should have been a joyous reunion to meet fellow disciples in such a place, but there was no warmth in their demeanor. Instead, it was as cold and chilling as if they were bitter enemies.

"How could someone like you get in here?"

It felt like an intimidation.

"S-Senior Brother…"

As Jongihak raised his voice, the weak-hearted Yun Junho was at a loss. Jongihak cornered Yun Junho like a cat chasing a mouse, oppressing him. He clearly seemed displeased that his fellow disciple had been admitted to the academy, but why should he harbor such resentment when a fellow disciple's acceptance into the academy should be a source of pride for their sect?

"Hmph, you must have showered Master Tae with all sorts of disgusting flattery and sycophancy to get in here despite your pathetic skills."

Chu Ganyeon said with a cold sneer, as if cheering on Jongihak who was cornering Yun Junho. She also seemed displeased with Yun Junho's admission.

"N-No. How could I possibly do such a thing? It's an utterly baseless misunderstanding."

Yun Junho tried desperately to make excuses, but it was futile. His senior brother and sister had no intention of listening to him from the start.

"Baseless misunderstanding? Ever since your Huashan days, you've been favored by Master Tae, and now you're instigating Master Tae to get into this Cheonmu Academy with your non-existent skills? Someone like you is a disgrace to our Huashan sect, a disgrace!"

Jongihak and Chu Ganyeon pressed Yun Junho as if they were going to devour him. Yun Junho, being reprimanded alternately by his senior brother and sister, Jongihak and Chu Ganyeon, soon began to look dejected. His tender heart couldn't bear the harsh questioning from his senior brother and sister. Moreover, the thought of retaliating was out of the question. Yun Junho remained silent, as if his lips had been sealed.

"……"

At that moment, Jang Hong, unable to stand it any longer, stepped in to support Yun Junho.

"Isn't that a bit too harsh? From what I heard, it sounded like Master Tae gave Junho the Dragon Ascension Token out of favoritism, even though he lacked the skill. Am I wrong?"

Although he didn't particularly like them, Jang Hong still used honorifics because they were his seniors. However, if he disliked them, he might switch to casual speech at any moment. He was not someone who would be bound by hierarchy and prioritize etiquette.

"You're not wrong, you're perfectly accurate. This brat, with his pathetic skills, fawned over Master Tae to disgrace us by obtaining the Dragon Ascension Token. What a shameful fellow!"

Jongihak spoke as if he were spitting venom. Jang Hong asked again,

"As far as I know, there is only one person in the Huashan sect who can be called Master Tae by Junho. Isn't that the former Huashan Sect Leader, the Plum Blossom Swordswoman, Yu Hwan-gwon?"

"That's right!"

Jongihak replied coldly.

"That's strange?"

"What's strange about it?"

"If it's the Plum Blossom Swordswoman Yu Hwan-gwon, isn't she the greatest sword expert in Huashan in the last 50 years, whose sword attainment has reached the level of Harmony? It's unlikely that such a person would be swayed by mere sentiment and make a wrong judgment. She is practically the spiritual pillar of the Huashan sect! If you question her choice and interpret it arbitrarily, isn't that the same as doubting her?"

"Shut up! How dare you speak of Master Tae so irreverently. You are insolent."

They were momentarily flustered by Jang Hong's sharp retort. It had hit them where it hurt the most. So, in a stereotypical move of flustered people, they shouted loudly. It was an instinctive action, fearing that their agitation would be revealed to others. Seeing them, Jang Hong calmly sneered.

"Hoo, irreverent? I hadn't considered that. Aren't you the ones committing a greater irreverence by doubting the choice of such a great person with your own insignificant discernment?"

Jang Hong emphasized the phrase 'insignificant discernment' with particular force.

"What kind of nonsense is that? Can you just shut up!"

Jongihak shouted, his face crimson. It was a pathetic, typical reaction of someone whose core truth had been exposed.

"I think you're the one spewing nonsense."

As Jang Hong's sharp gaze fell on Jongihak's face, Jongihak's face turned red with humiliation. He undoubtedly thought, 'How dare this junior dare to oppose his sky-like senior? What an arrogant fellow.'

The issue of whether Yun Junho had talent or not was no longer relevant. The fight had already begun, and once a fight had started, they couldn't simply back down. They couldn't let their pride be reduced to a mere rag. The faces of both men were flushed red like bellows, unable to contain their anger.

"Don't spout nonsense you don't understand. How can someone who can't even use the Plum Blossom Sword Technique be considered an elite disciple of the Huashan sect? I am ashamed and embarrassed."

What was this? Hyoryong and Jang Hong's eyes widened. They began to seriously doubt their hearing and comprehension skills. They had just heard something utterly incomprehensible from the other party. Only Bilyeon watched the unfolding situation with wide-open eyes.

Jongihak's piercing gaze shifted to his junior disciple - though it was highly questionable whether he considered him a junior disciple - Yun Junho.

"To think that an imbecile like you, who can't even properly execute a single move of the Plum Blossom Sword, has entered this sacred Cheonmu Academy. You are a disgrace to the sect and a stain on the academy. If you have any conscience or shame left, pack your bags and leave now."

Jongihak's harsh words were merciless.

"S-Senior Brother!"

No matter how he thought about it, he was an incredibly obnoxious guy. Should I punch him in the face? That might clear my stuffy chest and refresh me… Hyoryong pondered this deeply.

"If you have no further shame and intend to stay here, be exceptionally careful not to bring shame upon the sect! Though your very existence is a burden."

He was arrogant. His words, actions, and expression were all filled with the pride of being in a firm position of superiority over Yun Junho. Such arrogant behavior could not have left a good impression on Bilyeon and his companions.

"Watch your mouth!"

Unable to endure the other party's arrogance and rudeness, Hyoryong stepped forward. Jongihak's dark eyebrows twitched.

"Oh, what kind of talk is that to a senior? The imbecile of Huashan and his friends?"

Jongihak's tone made Hyoryong and Jang Hong's faces harden with indignation. However, Bilyeon remained unresponsive, making it difficult to guess his thoughts. He seemed like someone who looked down on others, a guy filled with authority, arrogance, and self-righteousness from the bottom of his bones to the tips of his head. In short, he was incredibly annoying and not worth dealing with.

"……"

However, Yun Junho remained silent. He couldn't utter a word of protest against Jongihak's insulting remarks. As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, Bilyeon, glancing at the restless Yun Junho, asked Hyoryong. He was easy to ask questions because, despite being a freshman who had just entered this year, he knew a lot about various things. However, his question was enough to plunge the entire room into shock.

"By the way, what is the Plum Blossom Sword Technique?"

Bilyeon asked Hyoryong, as if questioning whether such a thing even existed in this world, regarding the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, one of the most famous twelve sword techniques in the martial world.

"What? You don't know that?"

Hyoryong asked in surprise. How could he not be surprised when someone didn't know one of the twelve most famous sword techniques in the world? If Bilyeon had asked him, 'Do you know which way the sun rises?', he wouldn't have been this surprised.

Jongihak and Chu Ganyeon also looked at Bilyeon with sharp but bewildered eyes. Their eyes clearly conveyed the sentiment, 'What kind of person is this?' Anyone who was involved in the martial world and didn't know the Huashan sect's Plum Blossom Sword Technique was, at best, an idiot or a simpleton. In a world where common sense existed, how could such a thing be possible?

However, Bilyeon's question was neither a joke nor a prank. He genuinely knew nothing and was politely asking out of a simple desire to satisfy his curiosity.

Although Bilyeon had once had disciples from Huashan, Hwaseol-ok and Jocheon-u, during their dormitory training, he had never even heard the letter 'Mae' (plum blossom) of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique from them. This was because he had no opportunity to learn about it.

After all, most of what he taught and made his disciples do was household chores and side jobs completely unrelated to their martial arts techniques. The teachings - which Bilyeon still claimed were teachings - were also almost entirely one-sided, so he was completely ignorant of the martial arts techniques of not only Huashan but also all the Vermillion Bird Squad disciples.

With all sixteen members of the Vermillion Bird Squad constantly cooking, laundry, chopping wood, stringing beads, and burdened with mountains of tasks, when would they have had time to review their martial arts techniques? Bilyeon was not someone who left much personal free time. Therefore, his question was, in a way, natural. Of course, that didn't change the fact that it was absurd and outrageous.

Regardless of the absurdity of his question, Hyoryong, barely managing to compose himself from the shock, kindly answered his question. It was Bilyeon's imagination, or perhaps he had seen it correctly, that cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"The Plum Blossom Sword Technique, you see, is a unique sword technique of the Huashan sect, said to have been created in imitation of the way plum blossoms scatter in the wind. The history of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique is as famous and ancient as the history of the Huashan sect itself. It consists of 36 movements, 72 forms, and 864 variations, and from it, countless derivative sword techniques have been created and researched. However, there are still no stories of anyone having reached the end of this Plum Blossom Sword Technique. Throughout the history of the Huashan sect, numerous sword masters have been produced, but none have ever confidently claimed to have reached the end of the Plum Blossom Sword. This speaks to how difficult and profound the sword technique is.

This is my conjecture, but perhaps in addition to the common Plum Blossom Sword Technique known in the martial world, Huashan has another secret Plum Blossom Sword technique passed down only within their sect. With just the Plum Blossom Sword Technique known to the public, it's truly insufficient to break the pride of Huashan's past swordsmen. There are many developed and improved sword palm techniques within the Huashan sect that have inherited and developed this Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

These are now the strength, pillars, and foundation that support the Huashan sect. For example, there are Plum Blossom Mountain Style and Falling Blossom Palm. All of these are techniques and palm techniques created based on the principles of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique. That's why people often associate Huashan with the Plum Blossom Sword Technique. It's no exaggeration to say it's the source of Huashan sect's martial arts techniques. Even a three-year-old toddler passing by knows about the Huashan sect's Plum Blossom Sword Technique, so for you not to know it, you truly possess a talent that amazes people in many ways. It's astonishing and wondrous! Truly astonishing!"

"Haha, there's nothing to be amazed about. It's simply because I am inherently superior. That's right, you're so knowledgeable, it makes things really convenient. Sometimes your vast knowledge is quite astonishing, though."

"Well, there's nothing to be astonished about. It's all because I'm so great, hahahaha!"

Hyoryong scratched the back of his head and mumbled vaguely at Bilyeon's words. Hyoryong truly knew a lot. At times, he seemed like an experienced martial artist, or as if he had lived at Cheonmu Academy for several years. He knew the academy's affairs and the martial world's situation intimately.

Regardless, what did the Huashan sect, a supposedly famous sect, have to do with Bilyeon? Did they give him rice cakes? Did they give him food? Did they even serve him? They hadn't done anything for him, so why should he care?

Yet, things that had absolutely no connection to him dared to interrupt his sacred mealtime and, what's more, were committing a heinous act that significantly dulled his appetite. A strong sense of displeasure began to well up in a corner of Bilyeon's heart. His mind and heart were telling him.

'Level of displeasure rapidly increasing. Concern about decline in taste sensitivity. Urgent action required to lower displeasure level.'

Bilyeon's inner self readily nodded in agreement with this request from his heart. Jongihak's words seemed to have delivered a decisive psychological blow to Yun Junho. It was poison to his most vulnerable spot. Yun Junho could feel with his whole body that his spirit was wilting and his motivation was fading. It began to sting deep within his heart.

'These ill-mannered brats…'

Looking at Yun Junho, who was becoming increasingly withdrawn, Jang Hong's eyes blazed. Jang Hong was familiar with this type of person. Those arrogant and utterly worthless scoundrels who only viewed those with less skill and status than themselves as objects of ridicule. They were clearly beings deserving of contempt.

Everyone has different innate talents and personalities. Is it not possible for someone to be slightly less skilled or talented than others? If everyone were a genius, how monotonous and brutal would this world be? Yet, how could they push their own fellow disciple as if he were trash, solely based on the arbitrary evaluation of 'mediocre skill'? Jang Hong felt immense anger at their heartless attitude.

Meanwhile, unlike Jang Hong, who was gradually becoming consumed by anger, Bilyeon began to seriously ponder how to deal with those who were so greatly contributing to the rapid decline of his appetite, so that his appetite might return. What thrilling method could he devise to lower his displeasure level? As he pondered, his gaze fell upon his own lunch tray, which he was resting during his meal. In an instant, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

'Should I just stab them with the corner of the tray?'

Bilyeon didn't think much of it. Of course, his expression didn't change. Since hitting with the flat side would have less impact, he seriously considered how effective it would be to stab the crown of their heads with the thin, sharp corner.

Indeed, the corner of the tray would inflict much greater damage on the target than the flat side. The concentration of force would be different. Thinking about it again, he praised himself for such a fitting and excellent idea, and Bilyeon quietly stroked the corner of his tray.

He was being very honest and sincere at the moment. He also had sufficient ability and intention to do so. If only he had the request from those around him and a single pardon issued by the academy - a simple (?) permission not to be held responsible for murder - he could have pierced the foreheads of both of them with just the pair of wooden chopsticks in his hand, creating friendly and refreshing ventilation holes to cool their low-capacity, defective brains. Therefore, a steel tray was undoubtedly even more suitable.

He lightly tapped the tray with his middle finger and listened to the clear resonance. It seemed to have no problem in terms of rigidity (the force a metallic substance resists before breaking, not strength). Bilyeon, a skilled swordsman who had been overworked in a blacksmith's forge for nearly six years, could tell at a glance that this tray was a well-crafted piece with low wear and very high rigidity.

The maker may have had foresight, anticipating potential danger. The prediction that his tray might suddenly turn into a weapon, anytime, anywhere.

Having confirmed that the contents of the tray had sufficiently entered his stomach and successfully supplied nutrients, Bilyeon decided without hesitation to throw the tray. There was nothing to regret or hesitate about. With the feeling, 'As long as I don't kill them, it should be fine!', Bilyeon's hand was already grasping his tray. Just as the sturdy tray was about to fly to split the crowns of their heads, his hand suddenly stopped, and he had to pause.

"Stop!"

It was a low, clear, and powerful voice. The gazes of the two men, who had been raising their voices in criticism and mockery of Yun Junho, turned to the person who had just spoken. Surprisingly, the owner of the voice was Moyong Hwi. Moyong Hwi had finally stepped in, unable to tolerate their vulgar language and audacious behavior any longer.

Moyong Hwi detested people who, despite their own meager skills, were arrogant enough to overconfidently act without shame. He was the embodiment of honesty, morality, and adherence to rules. As mentioned before, he suffered from an incurable obsessive-compulsive disorder, which meant he hated evil and wrongdoing to the extreme. His obsessive-compulsive disorder demanded extreme cleanliness, both physically and mentally.

Moyong Hwi, the embodiment of law and order and an obsessive-compulsive patient, could not tolerate such scoundrels with his sharp yet delicate nerves.

"Who are you?"

The two men's gazes turned to a man, with a rebuking look, asking who this impudent fellow was to dare interrupt the conversation of his seniors. He had a handsome face sufficient to make the hearts of many women flutter, a refined aura that resembled that of a peak master, and seven peony flowers embroidered on the right chest of his snow-white robes.

However, the peony flower was more famous as a symbol of a certain clan than for its fragrance or beauty. As martial artists, they were well aware of this fact. Among this year's freshmen, they could recall only one person with such an aura who was the owner of seven peony flowers. In that moment, Jongihak's expression subtly changed.

"Are you the renowned Seven Severing Sword Moyong Hwi?"

Jongihak asked, knowing the answer but seeking confirmation.

"Yes. This humble one is a mere insignificant person named Moyong Hwi."

Upon receiving confirmation of his authenticity, Jongihak's expression turned awkward. He was not a pushover who could be dealt with carelessly. This was a prominent figure whom even the Nine True Association, to which he and she belonged, was paying close attention to and exercising extreme caution. He was not someone who could be judged and dealt with arbitrarily by his authority. Jongihak began to ponder how to resolve this situation. The sudden appearance and intervention of the Seven Severing Sword Moyong Hwi was entirely unexpected.

"Instead of supporting your junior disciple, aren't you ashamed to look down on and mock him?"

Moyong Hwi showed no hesitation. He possessed the skill and qualifications to clearly express his intentions anytime, anywhere. Therefore, there was not a shred of hesitation in his words and actions.

"That's right, that's right!"

Jang Hong and Hyoryong nodded in agreement, as if fully endorsing his words. Their attitudes showed not even a speck of respect for their seniors. And Bilyeon, due to Moyong Hwi's unexpected appearance, decided to postpone his tray-throwing plan and observe the situation for a while. However, he couldn't stop a subconscious action of licking his lips as if something was amiss.

Now, the confrontation was narrowed down to a battle between the Huashan pair and Moyong Hwi. Hostility could clearly be felt in the eyes of Jongihak and Chu Ganyeon as they glared at their opponent. It seemed they felt insulted.

"This is an internal matter of our sect, so it's none of your concern."

Jongihak said, standing next to Chu Ganyeon, who was glaring at them with hostile eyes. In the martial world, it was customary according to unwritten martial arts agreements not to interfere in the internal affairs of other sects. They were now accusing Moyong Hwi's interference as overstepping boundaries into another sect's family matters. However, Moyong Hwi did not even twitch an eyebrow.

"But he is, in any case, my fellow disciple. And for a senior brother to only persecute his junior disciple, wouldn't others laugh at your narrow-mindedness for eternity?"

Jongihak's face turned crimson again. His expression clearly showed disbelief at how this junior, who was as black as ink, dared to be so arrogant and presumptuous. For them, who had walked a smooth path in life without any obstacles, this was the first time they had encountered such a difficult situation. The weak-hearted Yun Junho could only fidget and tremble in fear due to the tense atmosphere in the hall. It was nearly impossible for him, with his timid nature, to alleviate this tense atmosphere.

"I do not like being interrupted during my meal. Even if you are a senior at the academy, I do not believe you have the right to commit such rudeness. Wouldn't it be better for you to leave now? I would like to finish my meal that was interrupted by someone's rudeness."

The words were polite, but if you considered them closely, they meant that they were less important than Moyong Hwi's unfinished meal. At this moment, Moyong Hwi spoke with a frown, indicating his extreme displeasure. As expected, handsome people still looked handsome even when they frowned.

Compared to ugly people who look twice as ugly when they frown, it was truly unfair. Chu Ganyeon thought, pointlessly. Her level was only this much. In the end, she was just an ordinary woman with a bad temper. Her instincts failed to deny the fact that Moyong Hwi was a handsome man. Thus, Chu Ganyeon felt no ill will towards Moyong Hwi. However, Jongihak, unaware of Chu Ganyeon's change of heart, spoke threateningly.

"I'll be watching you from now on. I'll see how great you are. You'd better be careful."

The two of them turned around and disappeared out of the dining hall. The surrounding individuals, who had been watching their confrontation with great interest, then turned back to their own trays and resumed their unfinished meals. Naturally, their food had all gone cold.

One was a legendary prodigy who shook the martial world even before entering Cheonmu Academy, and the other two were second-year students at Cheonmu Academy and members of the powerful Nine True Association. It would be strange if a confrontation between the three of them did not pique interest. Of course, Bilyeon and his companions (Hyoryong, Jang Hong, and Yun Junho) had not yet entered the spectators' gaze. The attention of the crowd was focused solely on Moyong Hwi.

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, please go in comfort."

Despite receiving such insults, Yun Junho, with his good nature, politely bid them farewell.

"Hey, Junho. I don't think you need to be polite to such rude individuals below your level. Politeness is a two-way street, not a one-way one."

Jang Hong said, unable to stand Yun Junho's foolish behavior. He sighed, thinking that such people had managed to enter Cheonmu Academy and were polluting this sacred land of martial arts.

"We'll probably meet again soon."

"I have no desire to see them again."

"What's the point of looking at those kinds of people? It's better not to see them. If we meet again next time, I guarantee there won't be any further meetings. There will be no third meeting, of that you can be sure."

Bilyeon didn't want to see those utterly detestable and unlucky people - or should I say, those two? If they were to encounter them even by chance again, he intended to turn them into a state where a reunion would be completely impossible. Bilyeon's heart was not so generous as to allow a third meeting with them.

His friends felt the same way. As the detestable faces disappeared before them, Bilyeon could only console himself by stroking the sharp corner of the tray placed in front of him.

'Tch, what a shame…'

Bilyeon licked his lips, clearly regretting that he couldn't stain the corner of his tray with blood. The tray also seemed to regret missing the perfect opportunity to be redecorated from its monochromatic hue to a vibrant red.

Ever since Moyong Hwi's sudden intervention, there had been no room for him to intervene until the very end. Moreover, they had backed down too easily, so in the end, it was a stroke of good fortune for Jongihak and Chu Ganyeon. They owed Moyong Hwi a thousand thanks. He was a lifesaver, so what were a thousand bows?

Thus, fortunately, a tragedy where the dormitory cafeteria tray was about to be stained red was averted, but if there had been even a slight gap in their conversation, Bilyeon's tray would have unhesitatingly taken the shortest path to their crowns.

For the men, it would be with the corner, and for the woman, as she was a woman, perhaps with the flat side…

'Should I have just stabbed them without mercy…'

As if still regretting that his tray ultimately didn't draw blood, Bilyeon licked his lips again. He had to postpone the satisfaction of his curiosity because he hadn't been able to verify the efficiency and effectiveness of the two methods of impact. He resolved to experiment the next time an opportunity arose, and Bilyeon looked forward to it.

After finishing their meal at the Cheonmu Restaurant, Bilyeon and his companions, Jang Hong and Hyoryong, dragged Yun Junho to their room and, almost by force, began to have a conversation.

Moyong Hwi did not participate in their conversation. He simply returned to his own room in silence. However, because he had shown himself protecting Yun Junho in the restaurant a moment ago, they did not curse him with words like 'arrogant' or 'conceited.'

"A boring fellow with no social skills!"

The assessment of Moyong Hwi ended there, but Bilyeon had not forgiven those who had narrowly escaped his tray with even a sliver of a heart. Therefore, Bilyeon decided to devise another plan to frustrate and plunge them into despair.

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