Baek Sang's face was literally drained of all color. It was none other than Baek Cheon and Yun Jong. The Finance Pavilion manages Mount Hua's funds, but it is people who move that money, no matter what anyone says.
After all, deciding where to spend the limited funds is ultimately a judgment call made by people. Therefore, Baek Sang knew. Within Mount Hua, where everyone under the Hyeon generation and Cheong Myeong seemed equal, he knew who had the greatest presence.
Who were the core figures of Mount Hua.
‘Why…?’
Baek Sang sometimes considered it a good thing, and at other times, he was relieved. The relationship between the two most influential people in Mount Hua wasn't that bad. In fact, it went beyond that; there were times when the two seemed to be each other's sole confidants.
But now, right before his eyes, the two were clashing, not even bothering to hide their hostility toward each other.
“Wa-wait a moment. Yun Jong, you…”
“Stay out of it, Baek Sang.”
Before Baek Sang could even try to intervene, Baek Cheon cut him off coldly. Baek Sang, looking at his senior brother with startled eyes, could only hold his breath at the iciness. Baek Cheon glared at Yun Jong again.
“Continue. So what are you going to do?”
“Martial Uncle.”
“Do you intend to stop me by force?”