Cheongmyeong gazed at Hyunjeong's back as he climbed the mountain.
After finishing his vague praise of Cheongmyeong, Hyunjeong called him aside and left the group.
He climbed Nak-an Peak without saying a word.
Cheongmyeong quietly followed behind, his eyes fixed on Hyunjeong's back.
This was the second time he had stared at him so intently.
The first time was when he had seen Hyunjeong weeping silently in front of the secret entrance that only the Huashan sect leader could enter.
Hyunjeong's back, which had been carrying the declining Huashan alone, was a sorrowful sight that could not be seen by others, and it remained vividly in Cheongmyeong's memory.
However, today, Hyunjeong's back appeared a bit more at ease than before.
Eventually, Hyunjeong reached the summit and quietly looked down at Huashan.
Cheongmyeong followed him to the top and looked around.
The rugged terrain of Huashan came into view.
"Cheongmyeong."
"Yes, Sect Leader."
"This is the highest peak of Huashan."
"Yes."
"Do you feel anything now that you are here?"
It was a somewhat unexpected question.
Cheongmyeong spoke honestly about what came to mind.
"It's high."
"……."
Hyunjeong turned his head slightly to look at Cheongmyeong.
But Cheongmyeong boldly puffed out his chest.