Chapter 97 Namgung’s Name
As Namgung-woo’s voice echoed across the sparring ground, the sword that had been cleaving the air lost its sharpness, its tip dropping weakly to the floor.
The eyes that turned back were quite sharp. Beyond merely having her training interrupted, secretly observing a Martial Artist’s cultivation was a well-known taboo in the Martial World.
At the sudden appearance of the uninvited guest, Namgung Sol, as a Martial Artist, spoke coldly.
“How rude. Even if this is an Inn’s sparring ground, there should be a minimum level of etiquette, shouldn’t there?”
“I never hid my presence. It’s good to focus, but in an open place like this, it’s better to always maintain vigilance of your surroundings. Or did you trust the people outside?”
At his words, which implied he knew the nature of this place, Namgung Sol’s expression softened slightly.
“It seems you’re from the Alliance. Did the Alliance Leader send a message?”
“No. I merely came on personal business.”
“…For me?”
Namgung Sol’s defiance, which had somewhat waned, visibly intensified.
“If you have business with me, isn’t it basic courtesy to at least show your face?”
It was quite amusing how quickly she reacted when poked, but fearing that pushing her too much would be counterproductive, Namgung-woo conceded a step.
He hadn’t expected her to recognize him through his spiritual aura or Force Aura, but he thought she might at least remember his voice. Was even that too much to hope for?
