The new martial artists spoke in unison.
Their voices, honoring the young master, gently stirred the night air.
Each voice, firm and steady, originated from well-trained bodies.
"What is this?" An event that should not have happened occurred.
Zhu Yanzheng thought to herself.
This was no ordinary matter.
Even the white martial robes were rare.
This was true across the entire martial world.
The white garments of the master of Yip Huang were a testament to an extraordinary martial skill.
A true martial artist of the sect was someone who could play a significant role in any martial school.
For them to gather and support one person? What could this possibly mean?
"Now."
Zhu Yanzheng's voice turned sharp.
"What are you doing? Have you dared to violate the laws of the sect in front of the master of Yip Huang?"
"Madam Zhu, what is your intention in misleading our hearts?" A thick voice emerged.
It was Hong Ju-gyeom of the Myeolseom faction.
His blue robe felt like the military uniform of a general.
Though it appeared somewhat shabby, it was filled with a strong aura.
"Misleading? What nonsense are you speaking to this lady...?" Zhu Yanzheng's gaze became fierce.
However, Hong Ju-gyeom paid no heed.