Chapter 65
For over ten days, thick fog blanketed the land. It spread densely throughout the night, only dissipating once the morning sun rose. The fog grew denser the closer one approached the lake. The dawn was darker than usual, as if rain might fall.
A man and a woman walked along that fog-shrouded path from dawn.
The man was, of course, Dan Woo-sung, and the woman was Baek Yak.
Dan Woo-sung had been grinding his teeth and training intensely ever since he was beaten by the world’s greatest fighters in his dream. Baek Yak wasn’t the type to stop training just because the weather was gloomy or rain seemed imminent.
Every morning at dawn, nothing special happened on the same old walking path. Occasionally, I’d spot a wildcat darting through the mist or watch a peddler who’d come out to work before daybreak.
But if someone suddenly picked up the pace and started running, it could become either a training session or a light-footwork duel.
Danwooseong ran fiercely, as if he would tear up the ground, while Baekyak ran with movements so light they made no sound.
But deciding a winner held little significance.
Baekyak’s lightness skill was so exceptional it could be called the best in the martial world.
He hadn’t achieved the Dengping Daoshu for nothing.
The King of Swords believed that if Baekyak set his mind to running, few masters in the martial world could catch up to him.
Therefore, no matter how much Dan Woosung increased his speed, Baekyak kept pace with him, running shoulder to shoulder.
