The Sixth Blood Lord fell to his knees before the sovereign. Namgung Mucheon, with a calm expression before the Sixth Blood Lord, aimed his sword at his neck and circulated his energy. At Namgung Mucheon's gesture, the Sixth Blood Lord's mouth gaped open.
Soon after, a molar with something tied to it was pulled out from his mouth. Namgung Mucheon glanced at the poison pill tied to the molar before flinging it far away.
“Who sent you, and from where?”
The Sixth Blood Lord, Jeok-gwe-su, chuckled and spat out the blood pooled in his mouth.
“The Blood Evil Fortress Master, Jeok-gwe-su.”
“Do water bandits carry poison pills in their mouths?”
“It’s possible.”
“Nonsense.”
He knew from the energy flowing from the man that he was no ordinary water bandit. A foul energy.
‘It's similar to the remnants of inner energy that were left in Seolhwa's body.’
“Are you a man of the Fire Crow Pavilion?”
“Heh. Did the Young Pavilion Master tell you?”
“Hurry up and reveal your identity. Don't waste time.”
“Call the Young Pavilion Master for me.”
Jeok-gwe-su's gaze turned toward a distant hill. Both Namgung Mucheon and Jeok-gwe-su already knew that two people were there. And they knew who they were.
“Don't try any tricks.”
“I will say everything in front of the Young Pavilion Master.”
“…”