“This happened back when he and I were both first-generation disciples. No Mun had one disciple he especially cherished. She was a girl named Yuseon, a Second Disciple like you. Have you heard of her?”
Yu Pyo’s face filled with shock.
“I remember her. Wasn’t she the Senior Sister who became a Plum Blossom Sword Master before any of our sworn brothers? But I heard she died in an accident during her first mission….”
It had happened more than twenty-five years ago. That day, several Second Disciples of the Yu generation had descended the mountain for the first time to carry out a mission for Mount Hua. Whenever disciples who had honed their martial strength descended the mountain to undertake their first mission, disciples of a senior generation accompanied them.
The one who led them was No Mun.
“No Mun headed to Hunan with Yuseon, Yu Rang, and Yu Ga.”
“I know those names as well.”
Yu Rang and Yu Ga. They were lay disciples. After the mission in which Yuseon lost her life, they had left Mount Hua immediately.
I heard they had each returned to their main families and now ran martial arts halls. Come to think of it, that was strange. Both Yu Rang and Yu Ga had been renowned among the Yu generation’s disciples for their outstanding martial arts. Yuseon had been the most talented, but they were also promising young warriors.