Baek Muheun, glancing back at Cheongryong Oomang who was following him, shouted fiercely.
"Turn back now, even if it's this moment!"
He was in the middle of speeding toward the battlefield with all his might, trying to check on his son’s safety.
When he turned around after sensing someone tailing him, seeing their faces left Baek Muheun stunned.
"I'm ordering you to turn back! This is not a request but a command as your instructor!"
But Cheongryong Oomang, stubborn as the best in the world like his master, didn’t budge no matter Baek Muheun’s repeated persuasion and threats.
Instead, they chased after him with faces full of resentment and argued back.
"No!"
"I heard everything the teachers said earlier."
"Isn’t Teacher Baek Suryong in danger right now?"
"I thought it was strange. During the Mid-Tenmuryu Festival, his expression looked distant sometimes, which made me uneasy."
"Sorry, but if we wanted to turn back halfway, we wouldn’t have chased after you."
"If we leave him alone, I’m sure he’ll come back covered in injuries!"
Kyaaang!
Cheongryong Oomang and Eunho who followed them—each stubbornly refused to go back, their faces hard as stone.
For the first time, Baek Muheun could understand how Mae Geungnyeom, who once chased him down, must have felt.