An iron sword driven into the ruins.
Just one.
Winter Dream had guarded the will of the Land of Unsheathed Swords, whether of its own volition or not. From now on, the common folk would continue to pray for blessings on Mount Wudang, free of blades and spears.
Just as the Ancient Sword True Person Go Geom had valued the Daoist Mount Wudang over the Wudang Sect of the Jianghu.
'That's enough.'
Jeong Yeonshin glanced at the rusted hilt. Then he raised his gaze. He saw Yong Huimyeong standing there, snoring.
His eyes were closed. It meant he had shared swords with him while half asleep.
Kugung.
A formless energy flowed from his Middle Dantian, supporting his body. If it was surprising, it was surprising. If it was impressive, it was astoundingly impressive.
Even after being driven so harshly by Winter Dream, he was as clean as if he'd merely been mumbling in his sleep.
"Not even Elder Golden Lightning Child..."
As Jeong Yeonshin muttered, movement stirred around him.
Seven people.
Heon Wonchang, Great Flame Dragon, True Person Hyeon Gong, the Wudang Sect Leader Ok-am, Jeok Yuha, Hyeokryeon Pungwol, Hwangbo Geonryun... all had arrived while Jeong Yeonshin was exchanging swords with Yong Huimyeong. They had watched from afar, and now was the moment. Each expression differed.