“The Heavenly Friendship Alliance has finally made its move.”
Jongri Hyeong, the Sect Leader of Kongtong Sect, studied Beop Jeong's expression. With a blank face and eyes closed, it was quite difficult to read his emotions.
“What in the world are they thinking?”
Peng Yeop muttered, his face hardening. It wasn't just the Nine Great Sects exposed to Jang Ilso's blade aimed at the lands north of the river. No, if anything, the Heavenly Friendship Alliance was in a more dangerous position.
Unlike the Nine Great Sects, who were gathered around the vague and intangible center of Hubei, the Heavenly Friendship Alliance had a clear, tangible base in Hwaeum. No one knew when that Jang Ilso might storm Hwaeum. And in such a situation, they were dispersing the forces of their main base?
This was something even a fool wouldn't do.
“What is the strength of the forces sent north of the river? Couldn't it just be a token gesture?”
“The Beggars' Union has yet to send precise information, making it difficult to ascertain, but... it appears at least twenty percent or more of the Heavenly Friendship Alliance's forces have been urgently dispatched north of the river.”
“The Beggars' Union….”