Chapter 291: Hanjung
“Gaga, we’re almost at Hanjung!”
“Well, yeah…”
After finishing our business in the Kunlun Mountains, we headed for Hanzhong.
We intended to treat the wounded and, while we were at it, check on the state of the Zhenwang Gate in Hanzhong.
Rumble.
The sight of warriors gathering drew the attention of those heading towards Hanzhong.
After running for quite a while under those gazes, we reached the main gate of Hanzhong.
“Attention!”
Click.
“Salute the Lord!”
Jeon-! Ryong-!
Ding-ding-ding-ding Ding Ding-ding-ding-
“Jeonryong.”
“Right!”
Click.
I entered Hanzhong amidst the salutes of countless Jeonwangmun disciples.
‘Hmph, their military discipline isn’t bad.’
From nearly a thousand disciples, an aura as hard as iron and as sharp as a spear emanated.
And that wasn’t all.
Whether due to Yookhak’s rigorous training, several now appeared to be quite skilled masters.
Particularly, the heads and deputy heads of each sect had reached the pinnacle of their art.
Take the case of Jong Gyeok-rin, the head of the Il faction who had become Yukhak’s direct disciple—he seemed on the verge of reaching the ultimate pinnacle.
Though the path ahead was still long, it was indeed worthy of being called the Zhenwang Sect, dominating the northwest.
The problem was.
“Wow! Gagga, you’re truly amazing.”
Me being hooked by Jie Huolan, that’s the problem.
She clung to me, using the excuse that she couldn’t ride a horse.
