Chapter 97: White Ghost Corps 2
Cheon Hui-myeong responded with a fairly powerful inner energy directed outward.
“Who goes there!”
“Your old friend has come. Lord Cheon.”
Chen Huiming rose with a look of fury, gripped his white long sword, and stepped outside.
‘That’s Cold Noodle Ghost’s voice.’
People began pouring out in a rush.
Baek Moo-jin also rose, cursing both the intruder who had come for the White Ghost Corps and the entire corps itself.
‘You lunatics…’
When Baek Moo-jin stepped outside, a stranger clad in a black robe stood there.
Someone revealed this man’s identity.
“So it was you, Cold Noodle Ghost. What brings you to the White Ghost Clan?”
“How dare the Cold Noodle Ghost appear here alone!”
The Cold Noodle Ghost was a man in his early thirties, quite handsome, wearing a sly expression. A man whose smile never left his lips, clad head to toe in black robes, even his long sword was black. It was as if he had dressed specifically to contrast with Baek Moo-jin.
He was classified as a figure of the Jeongsa-ji clan.
The White Ghost Clan had positioned themselves in a formation where numerous white stones surrounded a single black stone.
But Baek Moo-jin stood tucked between the white stones, arms behind his back, observing the situation.
No matter how highly one praised the Cold Noodle Demon, he didn’t seem like a master capable of taking on the entire White Demon Group alone. And here, mixed in, was Baek Moo-jin, an existence beyond the world of the Go board.
