“Is he foolish?”
Jeong Yeonshin murmured quietly. He was in the middle of conversing with Emperor Heukhwan. Suddenly, Jeong Yeonshin tilted his head and asked.
“I do not understand the reason for this situation. Can you not sense everything under heaven?”
Heukhwan’s Lightning Art. He knew because he had experienced it. Three strengths had been forged from the inspiration of thunderbolts.
Reaction speed, short-term sharpness, and sensory pathways as well. In sensitivity alone, he would be among the foremost of peerless masters. His senses would be flaring and fading like lightning.
So it was hard not to know. Those who were observing them with a strange art at this very moment.
“It is Mungok’s stubbornness.”
Heukhwan continued slowly.
“It is something one can know without deliberately learning sensory pathways.” —He intended to show them.
One must observe directly to learn much, and it would make preparing for their Jianghu easier in the future, would it not? Heukhwan’s voice and sound transmission rang out at the same time. As expected, he had known about the spies.
Jeong Yeonshin quietly asked again.
“Are you not the emperor? Why go this far?”