That night, the Namgung siblings and Jin Cheonhui gathered in the tea room.
Dang-ah had already gone to bed early.
In martial arts, it was often the case that the winner was more exhausted than the loser.
Today was one of those days.
Dang-ah had exhausted all her energy for the day and had fallen into a deep sleep, not waking up even when called.
Namgung Woon spoke.
"Brother Jin, it's been only two years, but you fought so well against Dang-ah, who is a late-stage expert of the Dang family. Is it because of the Zhuge family's secret technique, the Hyunwon Jeondan Divine Art?"
At those words, Jin Cheonhui slightly tilted his head.
"You know about my master's martial arts?"
"The Nine Great Sects and the Eight Great Families have no choice but to know each other's martial arts to some extent. Even though the Zhuge family suffered a calamity in the past, that hasn't changed."
'Namgung family is quite arrogant,' Jin Cheonhui thought.
It was a story that had been mentioned several times in novels.
There was no one in the martial world who didn't know about the tragedy that befell the Zhuge family.
By now, it was an old story.
'If my master gets married and has children, the Zhuge family can continue.' The time-limited situation had now come to an end.