The last of the Divine Beasts, Namgung Hwa-shin.
Jeong Yeon-shin thought so.
Even after receiving a promise from those he met today to head to Sichuan, he could not take a step without Baek Gi-rin.
That was the reason he moved forward.
After briefly parting ways with Seomye Ilmak and sending Tae Yeom-ryong back, he was left with only Baek Gi-rin and Namgung Hwa-shin.
A swordsman born with supreme senses.
His internal energy was immense, enough to be considered among the strongest in the late stages of cultivation.
Jeong Yeon-shin did not believe he could win against Namgung Hwa-shin ten times in a row.
He had not fought him properly after taking a high-grade elixir, but he thought he would lose at least two or three times.
It might even be four.
There were many variables in a fight.
Jeong Yeon-shin wanted to shamelessly seek his help. 'The martial world in Sichuan is treacherous.' It was not a place for mediocre warriors, but rather the area where Ma Gwang-ik had gone missing.
Even the elite warriors of the old factions would think twice before entering.
One blue master was a significant loss.
Jeong Yeon-shin, Namgung Hwa-shin, Tae Yeom-ryong.
Ten blue masters from Seomye Ilmak, including Hong Ju-gyeom.
More than thirty white masters.
They were not strong enough to play a major role in their home base.