“Did you not say that words have weight, and you take responsibility for what you say?”
Mok Gyeong-un spoke with a smile. But that smile was clearly filled with malice. Watching him, the expression of Wi So-yeon, the third disciple of the Lord, changed drastically from before.
‘Ha.’
How absurd.
She had thought he was just another one of those people who coveted profit. In truth, in a situation like this, it was difficult to find a solution, no matter how much one wracked their brain. But Mok Gyeong-un had come up with a completely unexpected method.
‘…Borrowing a blade to kill.’
Borrowing a blade to kill. It literally means to borrow a blade to kill another person. Realizing that killing Yeop Wi-seon himself would bring him harm, he came out like this.
[Because of your foolish actions, I, who brought you here, am also in quite a predicament. If you open your mouth again, I will deal with you on the spot.]
She had warned him sternly to make him shut his mouth. However, this was not meant to kill him on the spot, but to show how angry she was. But Mok Gyeong-un had used this.
‘If I kill him with my own hands, I'll incur the wrath of the Underworld Blade King, so I'll borrow your hand?’
Look at this fellow. In such a short moment, he had thought of a very bold method. It wasn't just a matter of being cunning; his mind worked in an extraordinary way.