The Seven Apostles smiled faintly, her lips curling.“Your temperament seems a little different now. It’s like a stormy tempest, just like a martial art meant for destruction. Oh, speaking of which, what’s the age of my dear Grandmaster?”


    “Stormy tempest?”


    Jeong Yeon-shin repeated the words, though it was more like a murmur than a question. He didn’t react much to it. It sounded as though she was referring to some youthful stage of emotional volatility, a time of growth, but as the current Lord of the Radiant Abyss, it wasn’t something he could relate to.


    Perhaps it was a sentiment better suited to Tae Yeom-ryong, who could never give up his opium addiction. Jeong Yeon-shin, on the other hand, had already been sharing drinks with the city’s elite and was quickly closing the gap between himself and the great predecessors of the Abyss. It wouldn’t be long before he surpassed them in stature.


    “I will not raise my blade against you. I owe you a great debt,” Jeong Yeon-shin stated calmly.


    For a moment, it felt as though only the two of them existed on the snowy peaks. Even as Bukgung Lin, Bukgung Hu, and Jang Sun-il slowly approached from a distance, the presence of the Apostle stood out, as vivid as a poppy blooming amidst the snow.


    “What...?”


    Her voice was tinged with bewilderment. The reaction came only moments after Jeong Yeon-shin’s words. Her eyes twitched as if startled, and her pupils lost focus.


    For a brief instant, the sharp fangs on either side of her mouth slightly revealed themselves before retreating again. It was an odd reaction. Sear?h the N??eFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The sensation of pressure against one’s teeth was a torment not unlike being struck in one’s most vulnerable nerve points. It was a place difficult to guard, even with internal energy reinforcing one’s body.


    Because of this, seasoned martial artists rarely bared their teeth outside their sects unless they were truly desperate. But the Apostle’s demeanor did not match that of a high-level expert.


    ‘It’s always been like this,’ Jeong Yeon-shin thought, unconcerned, as he continued speaking.


    A debt of gratitude weighed heavily on him. After all, he wasn’t simply running through the martial world to avoid an early death—his life had been saved by her. And not just his own life, but those of his uncle and all his comrades from the Abyss.


    Jeong Yeon-shin wanted to be able to speak to his mother after death and say proudly that he had lived well, thanks to the kindness shown to him. That he might add, jokingly, that she had chosen a rather unfortunate spouse.


    For that to happen, he knew he must not become like his father. He needed to cherish the bonds that fate had brought him.


    “Your internal energy structure seems somewhat flawed. Listen closely and correct it. And don’t appear before me so recklessly again. As long as you lead the blood-demons, we cannot coexist. It’s inevitable.”


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