Jeong Yeonshin does not know. Those envoys who came across the distant sea, the martial lineage they belong to, the sect they speak of, and the names of all those mighty individuals... They said they crossed the open ocean.
There is no way Jeong Yeonshin would have heard of them. It is impossible to fathom the vast world in its entirety. The boy and the man who had been peering into the crystal orb seemed to share the same thought.
“...Truly a wondrous sorcery. I felt nothing at all.”
“Hmm.”
Only surprise and curiosity. The envoys seemed to regard Jeong Yeonshin’s unauthorized activation of the crystal orb, and his watching them from above, as just another move of sorcery and martial arts. That is the kind of Jianghu they came from.
Instead of the profound principle of explosive force, they enjoy exploring the myriad phenomena. A martial lineage that forms a ring of Qi in the Middle Dantian, like the Law-Transcending Radiant Wheel Qi, accumulates it, and through its rotation seeks to amplify power.
‘The feeling comes to me.’
Jeong Yeonshin thought. Arts of weaving fire or lightning through internal energy would have developed further than fist techniques in that place.
Those envoys.