Chapter 90: Return
The journey back wasn’t particularly arduous.
We rode our horses during daylight and stopped at villages to stay in inns when night fell.
Of course, the distance meant we occasionally had to sleep outdoors.
“Right, the fire’s ready. Now we just need to boil the dried rations we brought and roast the deer we caught.”
Each time, Lee Jong-san stepped forward, quickly preparing our sleeping quarters and whipping up food.
They say even dog shit can be used as medicine…
After eating our fill for dinner, lying on the haystack and gazing at the star-filled sky,
“Ah, this pisses me off.”
The memory of being stabbed in the back by the leader of the Jeongdo Alliance made my blood boil.
After all that suffering to win, they should have offered a proper prize. What kind of joke is a single needle?
Seeing me mutter angrily, Bukgung Baek poured oil on the fire.
“Did you really expect a place as poor as the Jeongdo Alliance to offer something grand?”
No, how was I supposed to know the Jeongdo Sect was poor… I was about to retort when—
My eyes fell on Wei Jifeng, still wearing his torn ceremonial robe because he had no spare.
Seeing that, Baek’s words suddenly made perfect sense.
‘Ah…’
The pitiful sight made me shake my head involuntarily.
The pseudo-religions of 21st-century South Korea rake in money by the shovelful…
It seems it’s still too early to expect such professional management from the martial arts world’s religious circles.
On a whim, I pulled out the needle to see if there were any hidden secrets, examining it here and there, but there were none.
