Jeong Yeonshin left the rapidly flowing time of the north beneath his feet. While he listened to many stories, the nation began to turn. As if riding the current, all sorts of events came to pass.
Many Northern Kings joined forces, the Black Capital's martial forces swelled, and through Yeoryeong, provisions from the Central Plains were supplied in utmost secrecy, among other things. Jeong Yeonshin glanced at the outskirts of the Black Capital. A shadow that occasionally prowled near the fortress walls before vanishing, repeating the cycle.
The figure of Martial Star Wuqu of the Six Origin Star Lords. Not even a martial artist.
Trash.
Even his bluffing was laughable. The one who had not touched Man Hwi for years, once Man Hwi grew stronger. During that time, he enjoyed hollow leisure as if he had become Man Hwi's nightmare.
Then, waiting for the perfect opening...
Hoo.
The cloud that held Jeong Yeonshin rippled like a feather. It was Formless Qi. Now Jeong Yeonshin's Heart Sword was treading the realm of killing with the mind.
The moment he resolved, twisting a martial artist's Qi Wave into a terrifying snarl and driving them into Qi Deviation was simple. The only question was how well it would work on a peerless master. Meanwhile, Moon Gok was one of those who claimed to be the legitimate heir of the Jeong Family's Moving Art.