The inner courtyard of the Red Sand Clan's main residence was exceptionally splendid. The garden was filled with exotic flowers and plants, an artificial lake, and a massive pavilion that could easily accommodate dozens of people, all creating a picturesque scene. Unlike the exterior of the clan, which was not much different from any other martial family, the inner courtyard was decorated as lavishly as the imperial palace. It felt as if all the power of the Red Sand Clan was concentrated on the clan leader, much like the emperor's quarters.
‘It's similar.’
The residence of the Hong Clan came to mind. Although it couldn't compare, that place was also decorated quite lavishly. The style was similar to this place. It seemed that the father and son were indeed related.
A servant bowed his head.
"The honored guest is waiting in the pavilion over there. I hope you have a pleasant banquet."
"Alright."
"And..."
"What?"
The servant pointed to the side. There was a small weapon storage stand.
"You can leave your weapons here."
Wi Hongryeon's eyes sharpened.
"These people, where do they get off..."
"Stop."
Seoryang handed over his sword, the Chil-ya Blade.
"We didn't come here to cause tension, so why get so worked up? Here it is."