“I apologize, but I must respectfully decline your offer.”
An unexpected refusal, when she had thought he would surely accept. Wi So-yeon, the Lord's third disciple, raised an eyebrow and asked in a tone of disbelief.
“Why?”
“There is no particular reason.”
“No reason?”
“No. If I had to find a reason, it's because my nature dislikes conflict.”
“You dislike conflict?”
At Mok Gyeong-un's words, she scoffed. Would someone with such a nature, even if Yeop Wi-seon struck first, cling to the end to take a profit? The man she judged Mok Gyeong-un to be was definitely not someone who disliked conflict.
Depending on the situation, he would create conflict if anything. But to refuse for such a reason... 'Is he trying to avoid getting involved with me, the one with the weakest faction among the successors?'
That was her judgment. The power structure within the Heaven and Earth Society was already starkly clear. The Eldest Senior Brother, Na Yul-lyang, and the second disciple, Jang Neung-ak, had secured support factions of nearly forty and thirty percent, respectively.