“That much is not a difficult task.
I shall do so.”
Just as the Elder finished speaking and was about to turn around, Eun Ja-ho spoke again.
“How is that child named Sa Cheon doing lately?”
“I heard he stormed out of the Martial Arts Hall during training again today.
Haha.”
“That is a big problem.
A single loach keeps muddying the Sect’s waters…”
“Indeed.
No matter how much Lady Dam Ye-rin requested it… Tsk, tsk.”
The Elder clicked his tongue.
“But isn’t it strange?”
Eun Ja-ho turned his head and looked at the Elder again.
“What is strange?”
The Elder opened his eyes wide and stared at Eun Ja-ho.
“Rumor has it that when he saved Lady Dam Ye-rin, he faced off against the Captain of the Heavenly Troops.
Yet they say he does not know how to use Martial Arts.”
“Hmm.
You said something similar once before: that he might be hiding his true identity.
So I personally commissioned Bipa-Wol to dig up information on him.”
“How was it?”
“They said that even Bipa-Wol could not find any information on him, as if he truly had been abandoned by his parents.”
“Hmm.
That is also strange.
Even if he lived as a street vagrant, there should have been at least a few people he crossed paths with.”
Eun Ja-ho furrowed his brow as if suspicious.
“I thought so too, so I watched him carefully for a while, but I could not find anything particularly strange.”
“Rather, his actions were so vulgar that I could not bear to watch.
It truly seemed as if he knew nothing of Martial Arts.”
“Hmm.”
Eun Ja-ho looked up at the sky, lost in thought.
‘Was the story about the indestructible Vajra body a misunderstanding by the Captain of the Heavenly Troops?
Well, it doesn’t matter.
The Blood Wind Society has agreed to take the commission.’
“Then I shall take my leave.”
As the Elder finished his bow, Eun Ja-ho nodded.
“I leave Dam Ye-rin’s matter in your capable hands.”
* * *
‘Peng Dal of the Hebei Peng Clan?’
The man who threw the stone at Sa Cheon, a martial arts student named Peng Dal, had a broad build and small, slanted eyes, who was in his fourth year after joining the Black Dragon Sect.
As a scion of the Hebei Peng Clan, he was the most highly anticipated promising talent among the students who had joined in recent years.
Behind him stood three other martial arts students of the Black Dragon Sect.
They were all scions of a prestigious Family that held great sway in Hebei.
“To think you’d catch the stone.
There’s no way you could sense Qi with your skills.
Do you have eyes in the back of your head?”
Peng Dal said, walking right up to Sa Cheon’s nose.
Sa Cheon stood up from his seat and turned toward Peng Dal.
“Sword Demon.
What do you mean by calling me Sword Demon?”
Sa Cheon glared at him fiercely.
‘That look in his eyes, and his tone were arrogant as expected.’
Peng Dal furrowed his brow at Sa Cheon’s condescending gaze and tone.
Then, he immediately answered Sa Cheon’s question.
“Why?
I thought it would be a compliment to you.
Didn’t you intentionally choose the name Sa Cheon for that reason?
Come to think of it, it might not even be your real name.”