Jeong Yeonshin turned his back on Hyeokryeon Pungwol. He was a man who did not fit the occasion of Jeong Jungsan’s wedding day. First, he made him wait.
There were many other people to meet besides Hyeokryeon Pungwol.
‘How awkward this must be.’
Jeong Yeonshin decided to pretend not to know True Person Hyeon Gong and Wiji Myo-hwa in the thatched hut. They seemed unharmed. Therefore, he expressed his thanks only to the Matron of Lawful Haze, who sat with them, through Sound Transmission. —But, Matron, how did the Nine Great Sects all come to know of my brother’s marriage?
I had hurriedly told only the Grand Steward of the main fortress that I would likely return late for the wedding... —A Mount Hua disciple’s first trip into the Jianghu is an errand for sword oil. Hearing all sorts of rumors in Xi’an, it would be harder not to know. They probably knew before the Desolate Fortress did.
Jeong Yeonshin felt the Jianghu. The Matron of Lawful Haze, who had brought word out of goodwill, True Person Hyeon Gong, who had received that message, came and damaged Zhongnan’s treasure-like Sword Ancestor Cliff; and now Wiji Myo-hwa, an immortal of Mount Zhongnan, upon whom Wudang sword learning had been carved...
‘Typical people of the Jianghu.’
He stopped thinking. There were many places with fast message routes besides Mount Hua. The house next to the thatched hut.