Heart Sword.
This was the method Jeong Yeonshin had used to summon the masters of the main fortress. The Qi Waves split in all directions, seeping straight into the mirrors of the Form-Shifting Void Art. Everyone would have felt it.
The one reflecting Ma Yeon-jeok crumpled entirely. It seemed the first to rage at Yelu Jin's spying arts. —How insolent... this. An Ocular Art no better than Great Monk Beomheo's, yet holding greater power than his.
Truthfully, Jeong Yeonshin felt it might be fine even without his maternal grandfather joining the battle. For peaceful matters would also turn to war. In another sense, it seemed Jin Myeong-jo need not answer the summons either.
He wore his six children around him like armor of internal energy. —Father's blood tastes bad. Fortress Lord, would you like some? Protective Qi Armor that must not be broken.
Meanwhile, those the Tower Lord had summoned were the strong. At least the ones at the head of the group were. The cavern grew bustling.
Step.
Twelve shadows wavered within the dazzling radiance. They were those who breathed with their own respective Divine Arts, and naturally each wielded their own Divine Weapons. They emanated spirituality that stimulated even Jeong Yeonshin's Baihui Acupoint.
He thought.