The Mohists were a faction within the Hundred Schools of Thought that assisted smaller nations against stronger ones. Their opposition to conquest stemmed from this principle.

In the logic of Jianghu, that meant they opposed either the Demonic Cult or the Martial Alliance taking control over the entire world.

Anyway, I learned one more thing.

Apparently, all the Scholars now knew who I was. Fame really is a terrifying thing. Especially as the leader of Haomun, I couldn’t afford to turn the entire Scholar faction into my enemy.

Making enemies of everyone was just plain foolish.

Since the Scholars operated independently anyway, it was probably smarter to categorize them: some as allies, some as neutral, and some as bastards to be beaten to death.

Still, I twisted the direction of the conversation.

“What if you don’t hear how the Blind Scholar died from me?”

Yeo Un-byeok gave a very Mohist-like answer.

“What I want to know is simple. Surely you weren’t the one who ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) attacked him first. You must have joined in to support the Beggars’ Sect Leader, and the Blind Scholar died in the process.”

“That’s accurate.”

Yeo Un-byeok looked at me.

“If you’re not lying, then what I see isn’t the full story. Your strategy must’ve been stronger than his martial arts. If you fought to protect the Beggars’ Sect Leader, then we have no issue. But since it was the White-Robed Scholar who said it, I couldn’t believe it easily. I had to see for myself.”

It almost seemed like he’d intentionally caused a stir by skipping payment to Yongdu Cheolbang.

I couldn’t help but ask what I was curious about.

“Do the Scholar factions have a leader?”

Yeo Un-byeok looked around at us and replied,

“Do the three of you divide yourselves into leader and subordinate?”

The youngest, the Lecher, answered.

“Of course not.”

Yeo Un-byeok nodded.

“Same for us. But we do understand each other’s strengths. Who’s best at martial arts, who’s fastest with light footwork, who crafts the best weapons...”