One of the Four Great Vajras chuckled.Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been planning his movements in his head, quietly observed him.

    ‘He''s kind to his juniors.’

    Gun Yu-rin and Yu Hyeon had already noticed his internal injuries. If that was the case, Wonjeok, the Grand Master, must have grasped his condition with just a glance.

    Even though he had sternly requested a match, the intensity of his qi was set to match Jeong Yeon-shin’s. A deliberate act of adjusting to his level—this was a monk who had cultivated profound discipline.

    Even that smile... he had seen it many times before.

    The way the facial muscles moved, forming that oddly ticklish expression—he had often seen the same look on his grandfather’s face.

    It was a smile Ma Yeon-jeok would occasionally give him.

    At times, it made him feel strangely embarrassed. But now, seeing the exact same expression on one of the Four Great Vajras of Shaolin, he realized that he had been too narrow-minded.

    ‘He must have relaxed after seeing my stance, even though I held hands with the daughter of Simmu-ryeon’s Lord…?’

    A true master.

    Jeong Yeon-shin''s eyes shone with admiration.

    Jeong Manor, like Shaolin, was located in Henan Province.

    Every child in Shin Ya-hyun grew up hearing tales of Shaolin’s greatness.

    For a Grand Master of the thousand-year-old temple settled on Songshan, they were nothing short of Buddhas who wielded martial arts. Calling them idols wouldn’t even suffice.

    Suddenly, Wonjeok let out a low cough.

    "Watching you, Patron, makes my arms feel weak. It seems more appropriate to heal both internal and external injuries before exchanging hands. I was too hasty."

    As expected.

    Jeong Yeon-shin internally muttered a short response. Sear?h the N?velFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    ‘He has a vast heart.’

    A faint warmth surfaced on the Martial Lord’s face. The venerable monk of Shaolin was exactly as he had imagined in childhood.

    Those revered monks, spoken of as living Buddhas.

    It reminded him of watching the village children play their “Hundred-Step Divine Fist” game with admiration from afar.

    He felt slightly triumphant. Because he had met one in person.

    "The night wind is cold. Let’s move to the fire."

    Jeong Yeon-shin extended his hand, offering guidance.

    The duel between the Martial Lord and the Grand Master of the Four Vajras had been called off.

    …Thus.

    Back at the campfire, the expressions of the five gathered individuals were all different.

    Yu Hyeon let out a sigh—a mix of relief and disappointment.

    Zheon Baek lowered his head, cautiously watching the others.

    Gun Yu-rin, scratching the back of her head, seemed deep in thought, her lips slightly curled inward.

    Meanwhile, Wonjeok slowly regained his composure, the crackling of the firewood breaking the silence.

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