Ferocious will.
Pine needle clumps roll across the ground. Under the feet of a giant climbing Mount Wudang. The brush endlessly shoved against itself.
Swoosh.
Not only the sound of grass blades rubbing. Murmurs of people mixed in. The path leading to Wudang's Land of Unsheathed Swords.
A sea of people.
“Is the rumor true? Is that Martial Star Wuqu?”
“…The Eon Family Martial King is controlling one of the Six Origin Star Lords.”
A large clearing. No other objects. Only the blades of those present stabbed into the dirt.
Dozens of Jianghu people well-versed in rumors. There were the Beggars' Sect, the Hao Sect, and young demons of Yeoryeong wearing human skin masks. On rock stumps sat Deep Martial Alliance masters, but they rarely drew attention.
Because a giant with pale skin had climbed up as if escorting some man. Until a few years ago, he had been called the Dragon Fist of the Eon Family, the Eon Family Head, Eon Mun-hak. Dressed in fine scholar's robes, with bloodstains embroidered across his clothes like ornaments.
“Traces of performing a great art.”
The new Deep Martial Alliance Leader, Gun Yurin, muttered to herself. She was crouched on a rock at the edge of the clearing. A slovenly air.
A large saber leaned against her thigh as she murmured.