Chapter 223: Turbulent Nine Dragons (2)
“…….”
“…….”
Facing North Palace Chang, it was hard to open my mouth.
When I came, I set out boldly, but it felt awkward to openly tell him to hand over the Black Dragon Gate in front of him.
Regardless of its origins, from North Palace Chang’s perspective, it was the sect passed down for three generations—the place where he was born and raised.
“Ahem, what brings you here…?”
After a moment of silence, North Palace Chang cleared his throat and glanced around cautiously.
“Ah, well…”
He gathered his thoughts and spoke. No matter how many times he considered it, taking over the Black Dragon Sect was absolutely necessary.
“Um… have you eaten yet?”
“Not yet. It happens to be my eldest’s birthday today, so we planned a modest family meal.”
“No.”
Is it market day when you go?
Given this, retreating today seems the right move.
How could I possibly suggest handing over the sect on the birthday of my eldest son, the heir?
“Since you’re already here, why not join us? My son would be delighted.”
“Ah, no. Having outsiders join family events…”
“No, how could you say such a thing!”
A sudden burst of acceleration like an eight-ton truck with a blown engine.
Considering how he’d always treated me with such utmost care, it was a bewildering reaction.
“Man? Me, Bukgung Chang! I’ve lived my whole life in the underworld, but I’ve never forgotten for a single moment that my roots lie in the Bukgung clan!”
