Chapter 137
A sense of foreknowledge.
I feel like I’ve seen this before. I can’t believe I’ve never experienced it before.
Where does it come from?
Is it the terrifying pressure of the victor you just faced?
It’s an indescribably powerful energy. It’s not an exaggeration to say that I’m overconfident.
Maybe Doo Jeon-sung doesn’t understand him at all, but a strange sensation of discomfort nevertheless stirred within him.
It was a sense of urgency and instinct that I recognized from the moment I accepted the remnants and traces of Doojeon-sung and Dae-yeon.
But the one in front of him.
In contrast to his steady eyes, the smile he wore was chillingly cold and tangled. The back of Mo Yong-yeon’s neck stiffens.
So a feeling of repulsion arises.
No enlightenment, no learning.
I don’t understand why I expect so much from him.
You don’t need to hear or see him to know that he grew up as a plant in a greenhouse while eating elixirs.
His name was An Baek, the Iron-Blooded Sword King, and since the majority of the Sixth Dynasty adhered to the principle of first-born succession, he would naturally follow whatever he was told to do or not do.
When he turned to look, he saw a man who walked in the same era as he did, and who had risen to the rank of Unaeson without lacking anything.
I’m the Southern Sword of Chang Tian. And so is he.
His position is as solid as an immutable truth. In comparison, I am still a lowly patriarch of the Mo Yongxue family.
