The Return of the Crazy Demon Chapter 117

There is no one else to help you.

I did not return to the Hao Sect after killing the assassins by the lake.

The ones who died here were stronger than those I had killed near the Black Cat Pavilion.

If I were to guess, it felt like a group of captains had gathered to attack me.

Therefore, the next assassin who visits me is likely to be from the First Rank of the Assassin's Guild.

Since I suspect that the First Rank assassin is from the Saryugok, there was no reason to recklessly welcome them at the Hao Sect.

I am fine, but my innocent subordinates are at risk of dying.

Going to the Southern Ming Association would be a nuisance, and given my personality, hiding is also difficult.

So, I headed back to Baekungji.

The greatness of Baekdo, the nobility of Baekdo, one among the three walking the path looks like a hero.

A place filled with beautiful masters of Baekdo.

Somehow, I felt that if Baekdo and the assassins fought, I could lend my strength with a smile.

Of course, I would have to cheer for Baekdo.

I arrived at the clean lodging of Baekungji at dawn, replenished my lack of sleep, and then, like a young man with nothing to do, I woke up in the daytime and strolled through the streets of Baekungji as if it were my own neighborhood.

Indeed, the streets of Baekdo are cleaner than those near the Black Path.

It is a city where there are those who know how to clean.

I admired the trees lining the streets, wandered around the market, and then settled at the inn where I had previously encountered the leftist, eating noodles and drinking wine to pass the time.

When I was near the Black Cat Pavilion, I was somewhat on edge, wary of the assassins, but sitting in the inn in Baekdo, my heart felt at peace.

Perhaps my true nature is more suited to Baekdo.