"Lord, the Young Master Mongyeon has arrived."
"Come in."
Im Sobak lowered his legs from the desk and gazed at the color horse of Baek Eung-ji, who was entering the lord's chamber.
The color horse, after showing proper etiquette, spoke.
"Lord, it has been a long time since we last met."
"Have a seat."
Im Sobak looked at one of the candidates who could take on his burdens.
The color horse, still feeling the weight of those burdens, stared intently at Im Sobak.
Im Sobak asked, "Why are you glaring like that? Do you want to have a go?"
The color horse chuckled awkwardly and replied, "Should we?"
"I thought you would refuse out of courtesy."
"By the way, why was I the only one invited?"
Im Sobak explained, "You are not the only one. I told the other candidates to bring fewer attendants. The martial arts competition will be held privately. I plan to limit the number of spectators as well. From the outside, it will appear that the lord's position is being transferred very quietly, just like how the title of the world's number one was passed from the sect leader to the lord of Haomun."
"What about the competition format?"