Chapter 27
One of the ten greatest martial artists under heaven, and thus revered as one of the Ten Sovereigns of the World.
She who had refined her martial arts through sound to an exalted realm that could make the very heavens ripple—Pacheon-eumhu.
The sole living inheritor of a secretive, single-lineage sect, known to the world as the Sacred Sound Jade Bell Sect Leader.
Yet here she was, standing right before him in the guise of a young female inn attendant.
‘Looking at her, no one would ever suspect a thing.’
She was a transcendent being who had reached heights beyond mortal comprehension, a master who had even accomplished the miracle of Reversion to Youth.
Without a single telltale sign of martial arts on her person, this was nothing short of the ultimate realm: a true Return to the Truth.
Two choices lay before Yang-hwi.
He could let on that he had pierced her disguise, or he could feign ignorance.
At this stage, there was no telling which path would better serve his ends.
‘I can always reveal that I know who she is later.’
Playing dumb was undoubtedly the wiser course for now.
“Well now, I expected an inn attendant brother, not an inn attendant sister. Please, feel free to just call me Yang-hwi!”
“A humble servant could never be so familiar with an honored guest. I shall call you Young Master.”
“Fair enough—a person ought to use whatever title feels natural. In that case, inn attendant sister, could you bring us a feast of dumplings and noodles?”
He settled the bill, and after a brief wait, the food was served.
