Everyone had such doubts.
“Didn't they say the Pavilion Master of the Black Brain Pavilion, one of the Twelve Sects of the Unorthodox Path, came himself?”
“Hmph….”
As everyone swallowed their groans, one person spoke up.
“Given the skill the Pavilion Master of the Black Brain Pavilion has shown so far… perhaps it might be possible?”
“I heard that even the Wudang Sect succeeded in pressuring One Madman. They said he lost by a hair's breadth.”
“If he's challenging him again despite that, he must have something up his sleeve.”
“Hmm, if that’s the reason, then he might be worth trusting.”
His achievements in the war between the Orthodox and Unorthodox had been so significant that people began to emerge, one by one, suggesting they should wait and see. Soon after, Narin-ha spoke.
“The battle begins tomorrow. Prepare yourselves thoroughly.”
At his words, everyone shouted powerfully.
The next day. The fog still writhed like an octopus. The forces of the Unorthodox Alliance had all turned their backs, avoiding the sight of the fog as much as possible.
In the meantime. Thump, thump- Honnoeja walked forward leisurely, fanning himself. The third eye on his forehead slowly half-opened.