Chapter 89 Rest (3)
Silently, without pause, La.
Jin Muwol watched Gu Yangji approach this place, his gaze settling.
It was clearly not the look one gives a young disciple of the same sect.
He stared intently, as if observing an unknowable monster, not missing a single breath of Gu Yangji.
He didn’t even seem particularly surprised that Gu Yangjie had casually broken through the formation.
A fleeting thought crossed his mind: I knew he’d do something like that.
But the elder beside him couldn’t contain himself.
“No, how can that possibly be?”
His breathing surged uncontrollably, unable to hide his shock. His pupils dilated wildly, as if he’d seen something he shouldn’t have.
Duan Wuling, the Tongtian Weng who managed the entire Huashan monastery and the temple’s defenses in Meihua Valley.
A legendary elder of Huashan whose movements were so secretive that even his survival was uncertain, he was also the only person Jin Wuyue could converse with without reservation.
By seniority alone, he ranked higher than Yang Daohu, the fourth senior of the Hundanxian.
“Baek Dan-hyeon, that bastard… Hmph, I always thought he was a guy who’d get tangled up in strangely complicated connections since way back.”
At those words, Jin Mu-wol wore a stern expression.
“No matter how much Dan-hyeon’s status is lower than yours, he’s the current head of the sect now. You should show him proper respect.”
“Proper respect? Do you have any idea how much I’ve suffered cleaning up after that bastard? Just take Yu Zhangming, for instance…“
