Mangsan, near Taewon Province.A faint disturbance stirred the otherwise tranquil valley.

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    The camellia trees, their branches wrapped in a hazy mist, let out a low, whispering cry as they welcomed the unexpected guests. The intruder’s feet, burning with internal energy, scorched the leaves as they rushed past.

    "Owol Daesalmun suffered losses during the Heavenly Demon Tomb uprising?"

    "That’s right."

    The silent darkness of the forest was broken by the presence of people.

    The rustling of grass and the whisper of movement trailed behind the figures like the tail of a comet. Each step sent a piercing shockwave through the air.

    Tae Yeom-ryong’s movement technique was anything but subtle. He soared forward with grand strides, and Shin So-bin, following closely behind, was just as ostentatious.

    Unlike them, Salhyup, leading at the front, moved with Phantom Flight, his steps devoid of any presence.

    Hyeon Won-chang, too, remained eerily silent, but he couldn''t fully suppress his Phantom Flight due to the ongoing conversation with Tae Yeom-ryong.

    “…However, the branches we’re visiting now weren’t involved in that incident. That’s why they survived. The only reason the main family members held captive at the Mo Yong Clan and Taemo Fortress didn''t break under torture was because they had no knowledge of it.”

    "So they were tangled in this mess too? That stench of aristocracy again. These martial nobility, always preaching righteousness—how amusing. No doubt they’re funneling money into the nearest government office as we speak."

    "You don’t need to console me. My mind is already clouded with the upcoming trial."

    "Console you? As if."

    "Regardless, using valuable time for personal matters and failing… That would be an utter disgrace, both in the eyes of our Grand Master and in light of the Gwang-ye-gyeol secret manual. I’d have no face left to show."

    "It’s strange that a branch sect gets to decide whether to acknowledge the main sect’s people or not."

    "Owol Daesalmun’s predecessor, Geumga Salmun, was always that kind of clan and sect. To prevent the loss of their secret techniques, they split their martial arts formulas among the branches, allowing them to survive independently. Some remained righteous, others fell to the Demonic Sect."

    "A fragmented remnant of the Bright Sect? A gatekeeper clan of the Heavenly Demon Tomb?"

    "Something like that. A distant collateral branch, if you will. However, even if a new Heavenly Demon were to rise today, the Salmun would no longer follow them."

    "This trial of yours—it’s not something ridiculous like seven days and nights of breath-holding with the Ghost Breath Technique, is it?"

    "Not quite. Though, you’re not entirely wrong."

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