In the realm of Seomye, it was a mere distance from Mukchang to Yangyang.
The return was swift.
Clad in blue and black, accompanied by a group adorned with purple, they galloped tirelessly until they reached the main city of Yangyang.
Their speed was refreshingly fast.
On the day of the martial arts competition, the expression of Namgung Hwasin, who had been struck by Ak Sulrim and had just regained consciousness, was far from pleasant.
"I will report on the mission. Together with Senior Ak," Jeong Yeonsin said to him.
It was a small gesture of consideration.
Namgung Hwasin, a member of the Baek family, could do nothing at his own home.
It was a pitiful situation.
There had been great anguish until they arrived at Cheongyagok, the venue for the martial arts competition. "…Thank you, Jeong So-hyeop."
Namgung Hwasin nodded and turned away.
The hem of his blue robe hung limply beneath his tall frame, as if he were about to collapse onto the guest room of the Suncheon Ik he belonged to.
Jeong Yeonsin gazed at him intently.
What must he be feeling? It was hard to dare to guess.
"That was the best option."
Ak Sulrim, standing beside the boy, said casually.