What a damn unlucky day. That was what Cheon-u thought.
Creak, creak.
In front of him, wooden dolls were advancing this way.
This too...
‘...is damn strange.’
Cheon-u thought to himself. Normally, wouldn’t they send Jiangshi out first rather than these wooden dummies?
But.
Most of the Yin-Yang Daoist Sect’s forces were controlling wooden dummies with sorcery, and there were a great many of them. Only then did Cheon-u realize.
‘Ah, hyung published a lot of formation manuals and martial arts manuals related to destroying Jiangshi.’
He had always been a man who researched tirelessly to begin with. And after winning over the heart of the Jinju Eon Family, he had often exchanged letters with that family head as well. The Jinju Eon Family Head had even personally gone to the White Scale Medical Pavilion where Jin Cheon-hee was and shared tea with him.
Whether he had brought along a test Jiangshi and studied it together with him then, that much was unknown. But the Jiangshi-related books hyung compiled, from tiny little sects no bigger than a fingernail to prestigious great sects as huge as mountains, all of them tried desperately to get their hands on them first.
And then...
‘Everyone studied and trained with hyung’s books.’