Chapter 97 Mount Mo (2)
……Swish, swish.
The man who had washed the blood from the valley, Mantongzi, sat atop a large rock on the outskirts, staring blankly up at the sky.
It was still peaceful, a sky bestowing warmth upon the crops. But today, nothing was more tiresome than that.
“Heaven, just how long must this go on?”
Must I repeat this deed?
Mantongja muttered these words, shaking his water-soaked hair.
“Ha ha.”
A hollow laugh escaped him unbidden.
Originally, Mantongja could only act as an advisor to the martial world.
He couldn’t kill anyone, let alone harm them. If he broke that rule, the sword of karma would pierce him through.
But there was one thing. At least, not right now.
Man Tong-ja let out a sigh of inexplicable meaning.
“Has it truly come to this?”
Man Tong-ja recalled the events of a few days prior—the incident with the Taoist priests who had invaded Mosan.
‘Normally, I shouldn’t be able to influence life or death…’
Thirteen of them had died, and one had barely escaped from Mosan.
Man Tong-ja was undoubtedly involved in that incident.
Yet, for some reason, divine retribution had not come. His lifespan remained unchanged.
The sealing magic surrounding the entire Mosan Mountain still held.
Even the spell surrounding Mantongja himself remained intact.
Did this not mean the sacred pact was gradually becoming meaningless?
Meaningful enough to interfere in the mortal world.
“……”
Wan Tongzi wiped away even the trace of a smile, lifting the Black Dragon mask with an expressionless face.
