"I came because I have something that needs repairing."
Gwang-hyo stared at me intently, but his expression softened when he saw Sister Soso and Ju-gyeong.
"Good. I'll be waiting inside, so find me when you're done. Let's go to the Black Night Gang together."
Without even waiting for my reply, Gwang-hyo followed Jong-su's lead and disappeared into the smithy. I tilted my head, wondering what was up with him, when my gaze fell upon Jong-su's brawny arm muscles, which were impressive even from behind.
I was suddenly reminded of how Gwang-hyo had beaten down the sailors with his bare hands on the boat to Zhongqing. My thoughts grew complicated as I wondered, but Sister Soso asked in a low voice.
"The Black Night Gang... you mean that dark path faction?"
"Yes. In the Western Village, they're an organization on par with the Dragon Sky Escort Agency."
"You said that monk is from Shaolin, didn't you? Then why is he associating with the dark path?"
It was hard to explain. I didn't have any particular secrets to keep from my sister, but telling her everything might only put her in more danger.
"There must be a story behind it."
Beyond the sales counter, the blacksmiths were diligently hammering away. Ju-gyeong's eyes sparkled with curiosity at the fascinating sight he had never seen before.
"Uncle, what are they making over there?"