Chapter 115 Collision
Could one truly not grieve the death of a friend?
Perhaps.
There were still aspects of martial artists’ mindsets that Namgung-woo couldn’t quite grasp. Moreover, considering the Spirit of Chivalry, which often valued igniting the flames of vengeance with a drawn sword over succumbing to sorrow, it was plausible that revenge, not grief, consumed them.
Yet, the emotions Namgung-woo had observed in Seomun Pyo were different.
There was no sorrow, no thirst for revenge. Only pure, unadulterated rage.
“But didn’t you say the Alliance Leader was there too?”
Myorin’s tone, as they circulated Qi to expel the Poison, was returning to normal.
Namgung-woo nodded at Myorin’s question. “They were.”
“How is that possible? Grandmaster Gakwon is famous for having opened three of the Six Divine Powers, half of what Buddhism speaks of. If something was amiss, Gakwon would have noticed it first, wouldn’t they?”
“I blocked it.”
“Huh?”
“It seemed like they were trying to use it on me, so I blocked it. They probably weren’t using their full power, but it means it can be blocked.”
Myorin stared intently at Namgung-woo.
Their eyes, still half-glazed from the lingering medicinal energy of the Marijuana, held a complex expression that was hard to describe.
“Seriously, I always think this, Commander, but your eyes are a cheat code.”
Myorin themselves had sacrificed and endured so much to gain power. They had poured immense effort into their cultivation, even becoming unable to properly taste food without Marijuana.
