The next dawn.
"……Senior brother."
"……."
"Why are those people acting like that?"
"Who knows."
What answer could I give if you ask me? The three great disciples of Mount Hwasan shivered slightly as they watched the second great disciples crawl out under the pale moonlight of dawn.
Mount Hwasan was so high that even after winter, the morning air remained unbearably cold.
The sight of the second great disciples walking out, puffing out white mist from their mouths, resembled generals heading to the battlefield.
"Are we dying today?"
"……I don't think so."
Finally, all the second great disciples lined up opposite the three great disciples.
And last of all, Baek Cheon walked out slowly and stood at the front.
"Is everyone here?"
"Yes, senior brother!"
"Good."
Baek Cheon lightly nodded and looked at the second great disciples.
He sighed softly and turned his gaze to the distant sky.
'Could it be.'
'No way.'
At that moment, the door of the White Plum Hall burst open, and Cheong Myeong came out, yawning widely.
"Ahh. Why is it that no matter how much I sleep, it never feels enough?"
Then go to sleep! How can you say that and still come out every single day without fail? Every day!
Cheong Myeong shuffled over to Yoon Jong.