Sammaejinhwa
"Uncle, did you stop the bleeding properly?" It was not the Grand Lord.
For the first time, Jeong Yeon-shin called Ma Jin "uncle."
Ma Jin's eyes widened in surprise.
He had long known of his nephew's talents, but he never imagined he would show such a demeanor so soon.
Even Ma Gwang-ik, who had traversed the martial world, could not have envisioned this.
"About that arm," Jeong Yeon-shin added.
He had completely sealed the hand of a formidable opponent.
Even facing a high-level master, he was still worried about his uncle behind him.
Ma Jin's lips trembled slightly.
Emotions swelled like clouds.
The achievements of his nephew right before his eyes, the feeling that their relationship had finally progressed, and the deaths of his subordinates around them—all of it touched the heart of the supreme master, Ma Gwang-ik.
"... How did you come here?" It was a simple question.
As a guilty uncle, he wanted to approach his nephew.
However, words and actions were separate.
Due to his innate warrior's nature, he could not utter warm words.
In that fleeting moment, Ma Jin felt self-reproach.
Jeong Yeon-shin's voice rang calmly.
"I have formed a force. I have temporarily become the Grand Lord. From the sound of your voice, you seem to be fine, so please take command for a moment."
He spoke as casually as any nephew would.