"Ipwang Fortress...! Ipwang Fortress Martial Power! Gold Swordsman! This isn’t good!""What kind of martial art is that?! I''ve never seen or heard of it—it''s the Qingan Divine Sword!"


    "Young Master! You must retreat—ugh...!"


    Waves of brilliance swept across the battlefield, scattering blood everywhere. The twenty Radiant Wheel elites of the Guangyegyeol formation tore through the encirclement of the Heavenly Net.


    Limbs flew, heads were severed. The pure white snow alternated between being starkly bright and crimson-stained, over and over again.


    Clang—! Thud!


    The gazes of wolves who had been eyeing Jeong Yeon-shin as their prey all shattered. The mountain air was now filled with nothing but panic and agonized screams. Sёar?h the N?velFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The expressions of the Ma Gwang-ik elites were sharp, their faces set with a force they had never shown before.


    Among them, Baek Mi-ryeo, who had just sliced through ten rogues in one clean motion, was no exception.


    She approached Jeong Yeon-shin, her expression a mixture of fury and resolve. Her sharp gaze, already intense, felt like the edge of an unsheathed sword.


    Jeong Yeon-shin thought to himself. She’s angry because I didn’t say anything.


    “I have something to say, but first... may I pretend to be your sister?”


    “You are my sister. You always have been.”


    “Oh.”


    Baek Mi-ryeo’s eyelashes trembled slightly. Her lips softened, the tension easing just a bit. She appeared momentarily speechless, though the reason was unclear.


    “At least she’s not scolding me. That’s a relief.”


    Suddenly, a low chuckle came from behind Jeong Yeon-shin.


    "The youngest Lord... How gratifying to see this."


    "Headmaster."


    Jeong Yeon-shin glanced back. The long hair of Yulha Nangnang, draped over his shoulder, tickled his ear.


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