Under the sky where a sacred creature with white wings gracefully glided, bridging the present Lord of Ma Gwang-ik and Jeong Sim-an Jegal Cheong-ah, there lay an estate composed of over a dozen grand pavilions.The Gongya Family.

    Once a name of great prestige, it had fallen from grace within the noble society of Shanxi’s ruling clans.

    The wandering swordsman, Geom Un-bi, was the Lord of Ma Gwang-ik in Ipwang Fortress.

    For extending him hospitality as an esteemed guest, the Gongya Family became a target of scorn among Kangho’s Eastern Path.

    The once-revered Gongya Lord was no longer invited to the banquets of sect leaders, and the eldest daughter of the clan, who once bore the dual honorary titles of Heroic Dragon and Sword Phoenix at the Yongbong Gathering in Shanxi, found herself ridiculed by the younger generation.

    A family that turned its back on Kangho.

    Traitors who brought Ipwang Fortress into their affairs. Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Pleading ignorance was meaningless. The knowledgeable had known the truth from the beginning.

    All they needed was an excuse to pull the Gongya Family down.

    In a land where powerful sects, as landlords, divided up Shanxi among themselves, the fertile lands controlled by the Gongya Lord became the object of insatiable greed.

    They were given a seat merely for show.

    The Gongya estate had long been used as the venue for an ongoing martial tournament. They had to be content with that much.

    If they completely withdrew from the gatherings where the mighty noble clans forged their alliances, the Gongya Family would be reduced from a member of the wolf pack to a mere piece of meat.

    "You should be grateful! After your betrayal, you were still given a place among us!"

    Step.

    A burly man, his face flushed red, shouted while gripping a wine jug in his hand. His large, staggering steps wove haphazardly through the estate’s spacious alleys.

    Completely drunk, he roamed the Gongya estate as if it were his own.

    "The wine tastes foul! Is it because a traitor brewed it? Their hands must be filthy!"

    With every shout, the winter shrubs trembled in the cold air. Even the dust settled atop the walls occasionally swirled into the night.

    "What a fine voice. He does take after his bloodline."

    "Wasn’t his father that fugitive lord? I heard he fled the front lines with his wealth when he was once a great general."

    "He must have devoured spirit tonics like daily meals."

    "At least his internal energy is being put to proper use. A truly heartwarming sight."

    Not a single noble guest wandering the estate tried to stop Gui Il-tae.

    Some watched with amusement from a distance, while others merely passed by without a word.

    The Gongya estate was a beehive filled with honey. Why stop a mad hound from ripping apart its brittle shell when it saved them the trouble?

    "The Lord of Ma Gwang-ik, who was under the protection of that mongrel Salhyeop! Call him out! The Gongya Family, who sheltered the traitor, must not ignore the command of this young master! Bring in the hounds of Oweol Daesalmun! Ma Gwang-ik! Ma Gwang-ik is the key!"

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