"Sim Mu-ryeon, Baek Seo-goon," announced a woman with hair cascading down her nape like the mane of a lion, her strands a rich, natural shade of red. A luxurious brilliance emanated from her orange silk long robe, as though it had absorbed the glow of the setting sun.She carried only one sword and a delicately decorated satchel embroidered with orchid patterns. Her appearance was as simple and concise as her introduction.


    From the time the Youngcheon Sword Demon routed the Twin Frost Demons to her confrontation with Wei Ji Myo-hwa, several days had passed. The delay stemmed from Wei Ji Myo-hwa’s calculated efforts not to miss the window amidst the clash of unorthodox sects. In this scenario, the old adage, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend," was a luxury they couldn’t afford.


    The situation wasn’t just about Wei Ji Myo-hwa’s life; it also involved the young Jeong Hye’s survival. Turning to the second-in-command of the Dae Bang Sect for aid was far from a simple decision.


    And so, seven long nights passed. Sear?h the n?vel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Apart from the Twin Frost Demons, numerous pursuers trailed them. Yeo Ryeong and the Blade Specters cooperated, ensuring no shortage of manpower. It was a veritable net of heaven and earth.


    Wei Ji Myo-hwa had hidden Jeong Hye in a mountain cave and led the enemies away, drawing attention with bursts of chaotic internal energy. It was the best she could do under such circumstances.


    She had been driven to her absolute limit. Even when Baek Seo-goon appeared and dispatched twenty-two enemies in a single stroke with a move from Yi Gi Yu Geom, the pressure hadn’t let up.


    "You’re a clever one, constantly evading. Even I had trouble pinpointing your movements," Baek Seo-goon remarked.


    "…"


    The Jinyeong Mountains stretched out like an ink painting, the dense mist obscuring their peaks and valleys.


    The Sim Mu-ryeon headquarters wasn’t far from the Zhongnan Sect. Baek Seo-goon recognized Wei Ji Myo-hwa’s identity at a glance.


    With the exceptional memory honed by her Ming ancestry’s divine arts, she recalled the face of the Zhongnan Sect’s head disciple.


    The Cloud Dragon of Zhongnan, Wei Ji Myo-hwa, was widely known as one of the foremost talents of her generation. Her martial skills, appearance, and status were all extraordinary.


    To someone like Baek Seo-goon, Wei Ji Myo-hwa embodied the same remarkable attributes.


    "Youngcheon Sword Demon," Wei Ji Myo-hwa murmured, her lips barely parting.


    Even as she spoke, her hand never left her sword hilt. She was the heir of a prestigious martial clan that had been tragically wiped out. Her vigilance was at its peak. Even her typically almond-shaped eyes were slightly narrowed with tension.


    Her attire was far from pristine—her once-clean clothes were soiled with dust and bloodstains. Internal injuries had left bloodstreaks on her lips. The once-noble air of a Zhongnan swordswoman had morphed into a tenacious spirit more akin to a wounded beast.


    A flicker of intrigue crossed Baek Seo-goon’s eyes.


    "So, she has a connection with Seomye," she mused, observing Wei Ji Myo-hwa. Her sharp features and clear, striking eyes left a lasting impression.


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