I burned incense before Gwanghyo's body and withdrew to a side room to hear the full details of what had happened. When I heard that Hu Il-hyeong had become far stronger than before, I was dumbfounded. Myself, Gwanghyo, Won Seo-gang, and Geuk-hwan.
Even when the four of us had launched a joint attack at the black inn, we had not been able to subdue Hu Il-hyeong alone. And now he had grown even stronger... Was this even possible?
How much time had passed? But a master of Won Seo-gang's caliber could not have been mistaken.
"How much stronger has he really become?"
Won Seo-gang narrowed his eyes with a complicated expression.
"The Phantom Sword created by Swift Sword has completely changed. It was no longer the blood-red Plum Blossom Sword. It was a mysterious violet sword light."
Do Gwang-il, who had been listening in silence, showed interest, his eyes glinting.
"Violet sword light? Tell me more."
Won Seo-gang explained exactly what he had seen and felt. By the time he arrived at the Vast Heaven Sect, Gwanghyo was already dead. Gwanghyo's final moments were told in detail by his disciple, Jeok Chu-yeong.
After hearing the full story, Do Gwang-il's eyes trembled slightly. My heart sank at the sight of the old man's uncharacteristic agitation. Swallowing dryly, I watched him carefully and then cautiously asked.
"Do you know what it is?"