The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 747

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Chapter 747.
―The Wudang Sect and the Muhon Society had eliminated the Evil Spirits tormenting the common people and those orchestrating them from the shadows.
The Muhon Society, a coalition of righteous and demonic forces.
News of their activity after so long sent tremors through the Murim.
From the Muhon Society and the Wudang Sect.
They had purged a faction that tormented the common people by infusing them with bizarre qi.
―They call them Evil Spirits. They are the same force that sends the Gwi Ah that the Muhon Society typically handles.
The Murim practitioners found it perplexing.
Even when the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju first spoke of beings called Gwi Ah.
All that arose was the question: where could such a force possibly exist?
Yet now, entities called Evil Spirits had appeared?
Even the various Intelligence Organizations throughout the Murim had investigated, yet they could not uncover where these beings had emerged from.
―Could there be something in the Murim that we do not know of?
The Murim practitioners finally sensed something amiss.
The factions of the Murim possessed Intelligence Organizations, and countless informants.
Yet all the matters the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju had resolved thus far left no trace of their information source.
The Ohdok School was the same, and so was the Cheon Hye Medicine Forest.
Now strange youths called Gwi Ah poured forth, and now vicious Taoist Priests called Evil Spirits had appeared.
Yet no one knew where they came from or what their purpose was?
―Something is going terribly wrong.
The numerous Murim factions that sensed this anomaly ceaselessly mobilized their Intelligence Organizations to investigate the Gwi Ah and Evil Spirits, as well as organizations unknown to the Murim.
And this was the grand design that Bu Eunseol had orchestrated.
Even if they did not discover it immediately.
Someday, they too would gaze into the abyss of the Murim.
Dae Byeol Mountain Secret Grotto. Mu Jon’s hideout.
“How troublesome.”
Deep shadows clouded Mu Jon’s eyes as he stared into the empty void.
I had sealed the Secret Grotto containing secrets related to Jeong Cheon Je and myself, yet my heart remained uneasy.
An unknown figure without martial training had invaded my Secret Grotto.
And had taken away all the power of the Gyeong Seong Jade that I had gathered in the Milky Way Land.
In this world, was there not only one being with such power?
‘This cannot continue.’
Unless I opened the secret vault of the Baek Ri Family, there was no way to stop those who would appear in the future.
“I can delay no longer.”
Mu Jon bit his lip.
“The more I wait, the stronger that wretch will become….”
Bu Eunseol is merely a key to open the Secret Library of the Baek Ri Family.
If left alone, she would grow into a figure who could manipulate the very politics of the Murim itself.
As time passed, it might become impossible to act.
“There is no choice.”
Crack.
Mu Jon, now wearing the guise of Shin San Ja, exhaled a weary sigh and gazed toward the distant sky.
“I have no choice but to use them.”
If it were the Jung Sun Ga, which wielded the greatest portion of Baek Pal Sung’s power among the Three Families…
Then surely I could awaken the dormant power of the Baek Ri Family slumbering within Bu Eunseol’s body.
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Seomseong, Muhon Society. The Great Training Arena.
Hundreds of wanderers formed groups, either practicing their forms or refining their formations.
And Do Cheon Rin was instructing and guiding them.
Through this recent subjugation of the evil spirits,
I had come to recognize once more a chronic weakness of the Nang In Jeon Dan.
―The disparity in individual martial prowess was far too great.
In the past, Do Cheon Rin had followed Yu Hwa Ryeong’s counsel, classifying the wanderers by their martial ability and temperament to organize the faction.
But there was something I had overlooked.
The wanderers possessed one unique characteristic that set them completely apart from the Murim practitioners.
―Such a vast difference between training and actual combat?
Those who showed no particular distinction during regular training
were repeatedly demonstrating extraordinary prowess in actual battle.
―How could this be?
It was common for those who excelled during training to falter in real combat.
Training and actual battle were fundamentally different, after all.
When deployed in real combat, the tension
often prevented warriors from fully displaying their abilities.
But to perform poorly during training and excel in actual combat?
Such a thing could not occur without deliberately concealing one’s strength.
―It wasn’t that they were hiding their strength—my classification method for the wanderers was flawed.
At last, Do Cheon Rin had discovered the cause.
Wanderers from Murim sects or orthodox martial halls were quite accustomed to regular training.
But those who had lived as wanderers since childhood
found the rigid, structured training uncomfortable, or rejected it entirely.
Because they had not learned through organized instruction,
but rather had acquired everything through actual combat experience.
―The disparity in ability based on experience was also significant.
For instance, even if two reached the same martial level, their actual prowess varied dramatically depending on their experience.
For example, wanderers deployed across various battlefields possessed rich experience in large-scale warfare,
making them skilled in diverse techniques and excelling in major engagements where vast forces collided.
Conversely, those primarily assigned to escort duties or small merchant caravans were unaccustomed to large-scale battles,
yet excelled in one-against-many skirmishes or localized engagements.
―This is complicated.
Do Cheon Rin felt a headache coming on.
Of course, if I were merely leading an ordinary band of wanderers, it would suffice to match the numbers roughly and move forward.
But these individuals now belonged formally under the banner of the Muhon Society—they were legitimate martial artists, not mere mercenaries.
To effectively command such a force,
I needed to precisely classify the martial prowess of each member and standardize their capabilities.
Yet even with these problems clearly identified, no solution had emerged.
―Unless one had walked the path of a wanderer themselves….
Do Cheon Rin had been the young master of the Blood Flame Sect, effectively the head of the Ten Demonic Gates.
In other words, he was an elite martial artist who had received the finest education from exceptional masters since childhood.
Therefore, no matter how intelligent and insightful he might be,
it would be difficult to comprehend wanderers or solve their problems in such a short span of time.
―It seems I’ll need to ask Bu Eunseol for assistance.
Bu Eunseol had learned the martial arts of Nangya Pavilion, which emphasized practical combat techniques.
When he first entered Nangya Pavilion,
its system was essentially indistinguishable from wanderers living in organized bands.
Moreover, even the teaching methods lacked proper structure,
so he had to learn martial arts like a wanderer—through being beaten down and struggling in real combat.
He had to study martial techniques without lineage or systematically, often through personal research.
In essence, Bu Eunseol’s experience was no different from having lived a long life as a wanderer.
Furthermore, even Kang Ho Haeng Jo had begun as a wanderer, and he had spent considerable time with Heuk Pyo, an exceptional wanderer.
Thus, he was more versed than anyone in the characteristics of wanderers.
―Help me. It seems you’ll need to reorganize the wanderer units again.
In the end, Do Cheon Rin requested Bu Eunseol’s assistance.
―Understood.
At Do Cheon Rin’s request, Bu Eunseol set aside his pressing duties and immediately sought out the Muhon Society.
And together with Do Cheon Rin,
he began rapidly classifying the characteristics and martial abilities of thousands of wanderers.
He was a master of practical combat techniques and possessed exceptional knowledge of human anatomy.
Considering not only martial prowess but also the physical characteristics and temperament each person possessed,
he assigned appropriate martial arts and training methods.
Furthermore, to enable them to combine their strengths, he organized small combat units from wanderers of similar temperament.
―To understand the temperament of wanderers, one must first examine the weapons they carry and the scars on their bodies.
As Bu Eunseol rapidly classified the wanderers, he also imparted these classification methods to Do Cheon Rin.
―One can discern martial skill level and specialties from how they walk and stand.
―The scars on their bodies reveal what battles they’ve experienced. Large-scale warfare and small skirmishes leave different types of wounds.
―However, one must distinguish between those with deep scars and those with minor ones.
Depending on martial skill level and temperament, some acquire wounds they shouldn’t have.
―To command a unit effectively, those wielding unconventional weapons must be separated. Those carrying unique arms cannot adapt to standard unit tactics.
Under Bu Eunseol’s meticulous guidance, Do Cheon Rin diligently learned the characteristics of wanderers.
“Perhaps you should rest for a moment.”
While Bu Eunseol and Do Cheon Rin huddled together in consultation at the Great Training Arena where the wanderer units had gathered,
A beautiful woman in a yellow robe arrived carrying a basket.
It was Dam Yoo Yeon.
Since becoming a strategist for the Muhon Society, she had endured days so hectic that she barely found time to eat.
But after Yu Hwa Ryeong arrived as Chong Gwan, the pressure eased considerably, and she could now divide her responsibilities with him.
Thanks to that, she now enjoyed a relatively leisurely existence.
“I have something to discuss with So Yo for a moment.”
As Dam Yoo Yeon entered, I rose from my seat.
I understood perfectly.
Dam Yoo Yeon had brought the refreshments not truly to serve food,
but because she wished to be near Do Cheon Rin.
“Please, have some.”
Dam Yoo Yeon, anticipating that I would vacate the space, had thoughtfully prepared a separate basket for me.
“I shall enjoy it.”
I gazed upward at the trees planted near the Great Training Arena.
“So Yo. Come down for a moment and rest with me.”
Whoosh.
A small masked shadow materialized before me like a phantom.
It was So Yo.
“There is no need to wear the mask here.”
“Okay.”
So Yo removed the mask.
Then a beauty beyond all description slowly revealed itself.
—Oh.
The wanderers nearby gasped or formed their lips in circles of astonishment upon seeing So Yo’s face.
So Yo paid them no mind, her gaze fixed upon me alone like a loyal hound.
“These are refreshments that Dam Yoo Yeon brought.”
Beneath the shade of the trees, So Yo and I shared the snacks and rice cakes.
As So Yo chewed the rice cakes, she suddenly followed my gaze to where it had settled.
There, Do Cheon Rin and Dam Yoo Yeon stood nearly nose to nose, conversing with tender intimacy.
That affectionate sight
filled those who beheld it with a sense of quiet contentment.
“Are you envious?”
At So Yo’s question, I exhaled softly and shook my head.
“No. I wish to protect it.”
And with eyes brimming with warmth, I gazed upon them once more.
“It is unlikely that those of the Gangho can ever truly live ordinary lives, yet still… I wish to grant them as much peace as possible.”
So Yo’s expression grew distant for a moment, then she nodded firmly.
“It will be so.”
And she spoke once more with unwavering resolve.
“I will make it happen.”
Bu Eunseol gazed at So Yo with a faint smile playing at her lips.
“Yes.”
Even as they spoke, countless figures moved through the corridors of the Muhon Society.
Though it was called an alliance of righteous and demonic forces, the Muhon Society still operated the Wanderer Market.
In fact, it had transformed into the greatest Wanderer Market in Zhong Yuan, far more systematic and offering superior mercenaries than when it had existed as part of Jeok Cheon Mak Ji.
Near the main gate of the Muhon Society.
Merchants seeking contracts with wanderers and mercenaries collecting their wages flowed endlessly through this space.
The air hummed with countless voices.
Standing amid the chaotic entrance of the Muhon Society, surveying his surroundings, was a Middle-Aged Man.
He wore fine robes of quality silk and a hat woven from expensive celestial thread.
Though his features remained obscured, his refined bearing suggested he came from a family of considerable standing or great wealth.
He moved with deliberate grace.
Rather than conducting business, he examined the interior with meticulous attention, as though taking a leisurely stroll.
“Hmm.”
After surveying the area for some time, the Middle-Aged Man tilted his head thoughtfully before stepping back outside.
He then resumed his careful inspection of the surroundings.
Since the Muhon Society was built upon the foundation of the Wanderer Market,
one could move freely throughout it, save for a few restricted palace halls.
After wandering for a considerable time, the Middle-Aged Man found himself near the Great Training Arena.
“Hmm.”
He paused and observed the wanderers and martial artists within the arena.
His gaze eventually settled upon Do Cheon Rin and Dam Yoo Yeon, who rested in the shade of a tree.
Beneath his hat, the Middle-Aged Man’s eyes deepened with intensity.
He continued to stare for a long moment,
“Honored guest.”
A young wanderer approached and spoke with caution.
“This is the Training Grounds of our society. Entry is restricted.”
“I see.”
The Middle-Aged Man nodded and turned away.
“Where is the place to contract with wanderers?”
Though his voice was low and quiet, it seemed to make the very earth tremble.
The young wanderer, startled, pointed toward the Su Gyeong Jeon.
“You may proceed there to arrange a contract.”
He nodded.
The Middle-Aged Man acknowledged with a nod and turned silently away.
Despite his unremarkable build,
with each movement, a weighty presence and the sound of wind seemed to accompany him.
“What?”
The young wanderer, who had been staring blankly at the departing figure, suddenly jumped.
A silver coin now rested in the palm of his hand.
“How is this possible?”
A martial artist’s hands are their most sensitive instrument.
Since they handle weapons, it’s no exaggeration to say their hands are connected to their very life.
They maintain perpetually sharp senses.
Yet this large silver ingot—
to have it placed into another’s hands so naturally that one couldn’t even perceive it happening?
Now that I looked closer, that middle-aged man could manipulate a single moment several times over compared to an ordinary human.
He was a master who had reached superhuman levels of martial prowess.
“Why would such a master come to hire a wanderer?”
The young wanderer, who had been staring at the silver ingot in his palm for some time, shook his head.
Thump, thump.
The middle-aged man had already left the Muhon Society.
Walking with a complex expression, he soon found himself on a forest path lined with towering trees.
Whoosh.
Then, from behind a massive tree, Black Shadow emerged.
His long hair was tousled carelessly.
Yet the eyes visible between the strands gleamed with the coldness of moonlight, and his features were as beautiful as a woman’s.
It was Do Cheon Rin, who held the position of Wanderer Leader of the Muhon Society.
But the middle-aged man walked past him with an expressionless gaze, as if he hadn’t seen him at all.
“Are you simply leaving?”
Do Cheon Rin spoke briefly as the middle-aged man passed by him.
“Stay.”
Thud.
In that instant, the middle-aged man stopped in his tracks.
Crack, crack.
As he turned around, his gaunt frame transformed into one rippling with muscle.
His eyes became fierce as a tiger’s, and his height increased by three feet.
He was the First Blade Master of the Demonic Path who shook all Tianxia.
Do Mu Jeok, the patriarch of the Blood-Dyed Sword School.
“How did you know?”
Do Mu Jeok narrowed his fierce eyes as he gazed at Do Cheon Rin.
“I concealed my appearance perfectly.”
“If I couldn’t sense an aura, I’d deserve to starve. What use is mere appearance?”
“Hmm.”
Do Mu Jeok let out a cold snort as he spoke.
“I heard you crawled out of the Main House and became the leader of wanderers, so I came to see for myself.”
And he swept his gaze across Do Cheon Rin with utterly merciless eyes.
“I was concerned you might tarnish the family name.”
“I am no longer connected to the Blood-Dyed Sword School.”
Do Cheon Rin spoke coldly.
“So it seems you need not concern yourself with such matters going forward.”
“How dare you.”
A torchlike gleam blazed forth from Do Mu Jeok’s eyes.
“Who do you think you are, spouting such insolence before me?”
Do Mu Jeok, Master of the Blood-Dyed Sword School.
He was merciless and utterly devoid of compassion.
Should one lack satisfactory strength and ability, he would cast out even his own blood.
Indeed, Do Cheon Rin had been the Blood-Dyed Sword School’s greatest pride, yet when he failed to become the successor to Demon Hall through Bu Eunseol’s intervention—
Was he not immediately stripped of his position as Vice Master of the Blood-Dyed Sword School?
“Did you not hear me?”
Do Cheon Rin spoke with unwavering resolve.
“I am no longer a member of the Blood-Dyed Sword School.”
A flash of light.
A murderous aura flickered across Do Mu Jeok’s tiger-like eyes.
Had this been the past, Do Cheon Rin would have cowered, unable to meet that gaze, his head bowed in submission.
But now, he straightened his shoulders and spoke with unshakeable confidence.
“I am the Leader of the Wanderer Division of the Muhon Society.”
“Hehehehe.”
Do Mu Jeok, who had been standing in silence wondering what he meant, suddenly fixed his gaze upon Do Cheon Rin and burst into raucous laughter.
“Hahahaha!”
As his laughter echoed outward, Do Cheon Rin felt his abdomen burn and a stream of blood surge up his throat.
Yet his expression remained unmoved as he stared directly at Do Mu Jeok.
“Have you come to flaunt your martial prowess?”
“Insolent wretch.”
When Do Cheon Rin responded stiffly from beginning to end, Do Mu Jeok grew furious and unleashed his power.
A deep rumble.
A colossal blade erupted skyward behind his back.
Its size exceeded twenty zhang, and it radiated a terrifying wave of true energy.
A mere brush against it would tear one’s body asunder.
Without any physical movement, he had manifested a Heart Blade.
“Say that impudent thing one more time.”
Do Mu Jeok spoke, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.
“Who do you think you are?”
“The Leader of the Wanderer Division of the Muhon Society….”
A thunderous crash.
In that instant, the colossal Heart Blade descended upon Do Cheon Rin’s head.
It was a strike as irresistible as the wrath of nature itself.
A thunderous crash.
Yet something extraordinary occurred.
The massive Heart Blade halted mere inches above Do Cheon Rin’s head.
At that very moment, waves of true energy swept across Do Cheon Rin’s entire body like a tempest.
Blood Flame Extreme Technique.
His unique doctrine of the Dok Moon unfolded—a technique capable of defending against all enemy attacks using only the energy flowing from the blade.
A sharp crack echoed.
Thick veins of blood surfaced across Do Cheon Rin’s entire frame.
The Heart Piercing Technique had already reached his forehead.
A sharp whistle! A violent clash!
Do Cheon Rin finally drew the Hwan Ma Sword from his waist and shifted his stance anew.
Immediately, Do Mu Jeok’s Heart Piercing Technique was forced back another inch.
Though it appeared he had simply drawn his blade.
He had actually deployed the profound initial techniques of the Blood Flame Extreme Technique six times in rapid succession to repel the Heart Piercing Technique.
“Do you truly believe that merely blocking will end this?”
Do Mu Jeok let out a low, derisive chuckle.
Tremendous pressure began pouring forth from the Heart Piercing Technique.
Thud, thud, thud.
Do Cheon Rin’s legs began slowly sinking into the earth.
At the same time, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Even if the Blood Flame Extreme Technique could block the Heart Piercing Technique, the terrifying pressure contained within it was utterly impossible to withstand.
“Kneel.”
Do Mu Jeok’s voice carried an irresistible authority of a transcendent being.
Blood streamed forth.
Blood flowed from his ears and nose, and waves of agony as if his entire body’s meridians were rupturing crashed over him.
“Resist further, and you will suffer fatal internal injuries.”
Despite Do Mu Jeok’s words, Do Cheon Rin did not kneel.
He had already become a martial artist who would not yield to pain and tribulation.
“Stubborn and pointless defiance.”
Do Mu Jeok doubled the pressure he unleashed.
Yet Do Cheon Rin’s eyes suddenly blazed as if he had been waiting for this very moment.
A deep resonance hummed forth.
A low vibration emanated from Do Cheon Rin’s body, and his stance began gradually shifting.
To counter the overwhelming pressure, he was advancing the Blood Flame Extreme Technique one step further in an instant.
A deep resonance! A deeper resonance!
With the low vibration, he seemed to have found the optimal stance and defensive secrets.
Do Cheon Rin slowly began breaking free from the pressure.
‘This bastard.’
Do Mu Jeok’s pupils wavered like ripples as he observed the sight.
In his childhood, this wretch had used his mind so desperately to avoid trials and suffering.
Yet now he had become a martial artist who would not yield to pain and tribulation, breaking through the limits of martial arts in the midst of crisis.
A sharp grinding sound. Another sharp grinding sound.
Finally, Do Cheon Rin began gradually escaping from the influence of the Heart Piercing Technique.
I rapidly advanced the Blood Flame Extreme Technique, deflecting the pressure at an angle.
Crack!
Finally escaping the vast range of the abyss, Do Cheon Rin drew the Hwan Ma Sword and swung it toward Do Mu Jeok.
“Hmph.”
As Do Mu Jeok let out a scoff,
Boom!
Do Cheon Rin was instantly sent flying backward, crashing into a massive ancient tree more than ten paces away.
“You’ve created quite an unusual technique.”
Do Mu Jeok gazed down at Do Cheon Rin, who had barely managed to rise, and let out a cold sneer.
“But since you won’t die wandering the Gangho, I suppose you won’t bring shame upon the Main House.”
With those words, Do Mu Jeok turned and departed.
Do Cheon Rin watched his father’s cold silhouette fade away, shaking his head slowly.
“Was he merely here to verify whether I might tarnish the Blood-Dyed Sword School’s reputation?”
I had harbored some hope, yet it proved futile as always.
My father had never possessed blood or tears to begin with.
Still, in my childhood, I even revered that very coldness.
I had believed that coldness was one of the conditions for strength.
But that is no longer the case.
For I have witnessed someone of boundless strength who possesses a gentle heart.
‘Bu Eunseol.’
Do Cheon Rin gazed toward the distant sky and released a deep sigh.
‘I still cannot become like you.’
Click.
Sheathing the Hwan Ma Sword, Do Cheon Rin slowly made his way back toward the Muhon Society.
Crunch, crunch.
Do Mu Jeok walked slowly along the forest path.
Then he glanced down at his own palm.
‘Hmph.’
His palm was cracked like the bark of an ancient withered tree.
Though invisible to the eye, Do Cheon Rin had unleashed dozens of counterattacks in mere seconds while deploying the Blood Flame Extreme Technique.
‘He has grown considerably.’
The corners of his mouth rose ever so slightly.
But then,
Whoosh.
A gray shadow slowly materialized directly before Do Mu Jeok.
Eyes infinitely cold and still, with a desolate aura emanating from every inch of her being in all directions.
It was Bu Eunseol.
“Lord Do.”
Bu Eunseol clasped her hands together in a gesture of respect more formal than ever before.
Yet Do Mu Jeok regarded Bu Eunseol with a gaze as frigid as the glaciers of the Northern Sea.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve come all this way, so I thought it proper to offer my respects.”
Bu Eunseol had sensed Do Mu Jeok’s presence from the moment he entered the Muhon Society.
“You turn another man’s son into the leader of vagabonds and then have the audacity to show your face?”
Do Mu Jeok immediately unleashed a murderous aura as if ready to strike with his profound technique.
Yet Bu Eunseol spoke with unshakeable composure.
“What matters is not which faction he leads, but rather what manner of person he has become, would you not agree?”
Do Mu Jeok answered not with words, but by spreading a chilling presence across his entire frame.
It seemed the Blood Flame Sect technique could erupt at any moment—a hair-trigger situation.
Yet Bu Eunseol’s gaze remained unwavering.
‘Was it truly only misfortune?’
I had long believed myself the architect of ruin for my two exceptional sons.
But now I understood that belief had been mistaken.
As I walked alongside Bu Eunseol.
Do Cheon Rin had gradually mastered the Blood Flame Sect technique in his own unique way.
And Do Yong Rin, who had returned utterly defeated by Bu Eunseol’s hand.
Through that bitter loss, he had awakened to the truth that there exists a sky beyond the sky, and through devoted martial cultivation, he was achieving yet another breakthrough.
Though I had inflicted trials upon my two sons.
In the end, I had guided them toward greater heights.
“Hmph.”
Do Mu Jeok passed Bu Eunseol with a cold snort, his expression unmoved.
As Bu Eunseol watched his departing figure, she offered one final, respectful bow.
For he was the father of a cherished friend—one whose life could not be weighed against any treasure. Thus could she bend her spine once more.
Muhon Society, Muhon Pavilion. Dam Yoo Yeon’s office.
“What did you just say?”
Do Cheon Rin’s expression grew peculiar as he entered her office after treating his internal injuries.
For she had just uttered something most extraordinary.
“So… an unnamed middle-aged merchant left a vast sum of money in your care and departed?”
“That’s right.”
Dam Yoo Yeon puffed her cheeks in bewilderment, and Do Cheon Rin pressed further.
“A million taels?”
“Yes. He left only the money in my name—he didn’t purchase any wanderers.”
Dam Yoo Yeon, arms crossed, gazed down at the receipt lying upon the table with a grave expression.
“I really should find that person and return it to him.”
Do Cheon Rin’s eyes suddenly gleamed as he observed her worried countenance.
“Did this middle-aged man perhaps wear a face veil and dress in fine, high-quality robes?”
“That’s right. How did you know?”
Dam Yoo Yeon’s eyes widened in surprise, and Do Cheon Rin’s fist clenched tightly.
‘The patriarch.’
The patriarch—Do Mu Jeok.
I had come to verify whether she possessed the skill to humiliate the Blood-Dyed Sword School alone.
It was not merely to mock her for leading the wanderers.
“You may use it freely.”
“Pardon?”
“The money came to you, so use it as you wish.”
“How could I? It’s someone else’s money.”
Do Cheon Rin exhaled deeply before speaking.
“It is not someone else’s money.”
With only those words left behind, Do Cheon Rin departed from the office.
“Not someone else’s money… you say?”
Dam Yoo Yeon, whose large eyes had been blinking, examined the receipt once more with keen attention.
“Shanxi… Ha Gok Jeon Jang?”
Upon scrutinizing the issuing source on the receipt, Dam Yoo Yeon grasped something and let out a soft laugh.
She had realized which sect primarily conducted business with Ha Gok Jeon Jang.
“What is this.”
Setting the receipt down again, she murmured quietly to herself.
“He was giving me pocket money.”
Her face, turned away with feigned composure, had flushed a deep crimson.

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