Book 6 Chapter 21

The Thousand-Mile Pursuit, Sudukgeo's Grief

According to rumors,

Sudukgeo, the Thousand-Mile Pursuit of the Biyounggak Soul Chasing Unit,

seems to be highly regarded as an outstanding individual.

Therefore, it seems there is no one who would hurt his feelings by expressing dissatisfaction with his abilities.

Sudukgeo, hidden deep within the dense forest, had a stern expression.

"Shouldn't we help?"

"Help who?"

"…"

Sudukgeo's sharp retort momentarily silenced Ilbi. Who indeed should they help?

Sudukgeo looked at Ilbi, who was assisting him, with a hint of dissatisfaction. He felt that Ilbi's recent close relationship with Baek Muyoung, the brains of Gujeonghoe and the leader of the Ten Secrets Unit, was not something he could comfortably watch.

When Sudukgeo first took on this mission, he had no idea it would become so arduous and bizarre, with events happening one after another that made him doubt his own eyesight and judgment, as if to mock him.

When unknown groups suddenly launched a surprise attack on the clear Yangtze River, how much trouble they caused for those diligently pursuing them. Even now, some members remained to investigate the perpetrators' backgrounds.

And what was happening now?

With no one to vent his frustration on, his irritation grew. Sudukgeo wanted to take out his frustration on Ilbi, who had been losing points lately, and try to hide his embarrassment. But it didn't go as planned.

"Why no answer? Should we help the students over there, or the bandits here?"

Ilbi had no response to give. The scene unfolding on the other side of the mountain path was truly embarrassing for Sudukgeo.

"Why are you so slow? Don't you hear me telling you to give up everything you have, quickly?"

A young man's voice pierced Sudukgeo's ears, unable to hide his embarrassment.

In the young man's hand was a crude-looking sword, the kind a bandit might wield. The fierce blade of the sword was pressed against the neck of someone who looked like a bandit chief, the kind of man who wore his profession on his face, holding a rough wooden staff covered in grime.

Bathed in the setting sun, the blade of the sword in the young man's hand gleamed sharply in the light. Sudukgeo, the Thousand-Mile Pursuit, suddenly clutched his temples, a dull ache spreading. Clearly, something that made people doubt their eyes was happening within a place that was perfect for bandits to operate!