The Ipwang Fortress delegation followed Cheong Bohwa into the fortress of greenery. Only Jeong Yeon-shin walked beside her.She had scrutinized him for quite some time with her Myeong Clan’s Dark Vision before tacitly allowing him at her side.


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    Cheonju Gate.


    It was said to be both a sect and a village.


    Just as rumored, it was immensely vast.


    The sect seemed to encompass the entirety of the sprawling mountain range, and the land stretched endlessly, exuding an ethereal aura.


    Even in the dead of winter, the leaves shimmered with a deep green vibrance, carrying a dreamlike texture.


    Had they not been high-ranking figures from Ipwang Fortress, they would not have been allowed to set foot here.


    A spell formation.


    Jeong Yeon-shin felt the mystical energy prickling against his skin, sweeping his gaze around. The vast mountain breeze shimmered faintly like a translucent veil.


    The leaves of the ancient trees surrounding them flickered in and out of focus—a breathtaking sight.


    It was akin to the Blood Flame Sect’s Twofold Blood Ghost Formation, which had concealed their headquarters.


    The effect was even denser than what he had sensed at the mountain’s entrance. Finding this place would be nearly impossible.


    Even Gaebang and Hao Clan had failed to gather any significant intelligence on Cheonju Gate.


    He slowly parted his lips.


    “You mentioned Amya Warband is scouring this mountain. Is that true?”


    “It always has been.”


    The Gate Master of Cheonju, Cheong Bohwa, answered.


    Her steps were so light that she seemed to be floating above the blades of grass.


    Even as her great-grandson Cheongmyeong followed behind, she never once looked back.


    Cheongmyeong, unconcerned, laced his hands behind his head.


    His flowing blue sleeves barely concealed the thick veins that pulsed beneath his skin—the unmistakable mark of a seasoned swordsman.


    “A sparring match to test your unique martial art, huh…? If it weren’t you, I wouldn’t believe it. Since we’ve come all this way, we might as well cross the lake.


    “But I wonder if our fledglings can manage.”


    Shin So-bin blinked her long lashes.


    “The lake? Why?”


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