"Wow, Mount Emei is amazing as expected. The mountain terrain is grand yet elegant, it really has a quiet charm to it."
"Cheon, did you hear? They say the second-generation disciples are practicing a joint sword dance at the grand training grounds. They said we can watch it too."
Peng Moojong and Namgung Cheon stuck close to Jin Cheon and chattered without stopping for a moment. Honestly, what they were saying was mostly the same. Isn't it nice here?
Not bad, right? So let's loosen up those facial expressions a bit. Of course, Jin Cheon's expression didn't loosen up at all.
"There's no alcohol, no meat, and all you hear is the sound of Buddhist scriptures all day. What's so good about this place?"
Slightly startled by Jin Cheon's growling killing intent, Namgung Cheon and Peng Moojong reflexively distanced themselves without realizing it. Then they whispered among themselves.
"It doesn't look like his mood will get better anytime soon."
"Actually, it's normal that he isn't getting better."
"Why is that?"
"This is the Emei Sect. It's a holy site of Buddhism."
"So?"
"If an evil great demon of hell stays in a place like this for a long time, he'll get purified... Kyaaak!"
As expected, he got hit.
"Damn it, should I just escape?"