"Wow, you came?"
"You've worked hard. Rest a bit..."
Good words.
Good words.
What good words can resolve this atmosphere? The three great disciples were desperate, but unfortunately, Cheongmyeong was not someone who would change his mood based on others' words.
Instead, his head tilted slightly.
"Why is he acting like that again!"
"Wasn't it enough that something good happened? Why again!"
With his head tilted, Cheongmyeong opened his mouth.
His voice seemed to sound crooked.
"You seem to be in a really good mood, don't you, senior brothers?"
"......"
"Wow, a person is resting. After all that sparring, you're resting. If it were me, I would be thinking about swinging my sword a thousand times right now or maybe even dunking my face in a bowl of water."
Even if they could handle everything in the world, the three great disciples could not handle the stubbornness of their master.
Everyone desperately gestured to Yoonjong.
Still, since you are the eldest brother, do something about it.
"Only at times like this are you the eldest brother. You rotten ones! Show some respect on normal days! Normal days!"
But what could they do? Regardless of this or that, the fact remained that he was the great disciple.
"Hahaha."
Yoonjong broke the awkward silence with a laugh.