Jeong Yeon-shin sent out a white swallow, Baek Yeon, the moment he returned to the Gongya Manor, notifying the senior black-clad members of Ipwang Fortress about the situation. At the same time, he spread his qi perception wide, scanning the surroundings.He had been exposed to Eon Ga-jeil-gwon. Assessing the repercussions of that came first.


    Perhaps it was due to the progress in his martial arts. The force embedded in the Zhuge Clan Leader’s gaze felt even denser than before.


    To be frank, he didn’t seem to be at a level attainable by humans. He was someone who had refined martial arts that Jeong Yeon-shin had never encountered to their absolute limit, becoming an unparalleled grandmaster.


    He doesn’t seem to have revealed my identity.


    Jeong Yeon-shin pondered.


    The black-clad members of Ipwang Fortress stood at the very threshold of the martial world''s apex.


    They were met with deep wariness from every sect yet still accorded the respect due to their rank.


    While the Lords of great factions were seen as distant figures, like mountaintops shrouded in clouds, the grandmasters just beneath them were a palpable threat.


    It was the hierarchy that represented the great martial sects.


    The prestige of Ma Gwang-ik in this era was no less than that of the Gongya Clan Leader or the Lord of the Gui Clan, both revered figures in Shanxi.


    If his identity had been exposed, the uproar would have already begun. At the very least, some sign of suspicion should have emerged.


    Eon Ga-jeil-gwon’s disposition seemed quite different. But it’s impossible to know for sure.


    Kwon Martial Lord Eon Hwayeon.


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    The aura he revealed before Jeong Yeon-shin was peculiar. That alone wasn’t enough to trust him blindly, meaning he had to account for the possibility of the Zhuge Clan Leader appearing at the Gongya Manor.


    Fortunately, the damned Sangdanjeon denied that possibility, at least for now.


    His survival was on the line. Just thinking about the worst-case scenario sent cold sweat trickling down his back.


    For the first time during this mission, he seriously feared dying by someone else’s hand. He had heard that many of his black-clad predecessors had perished in the field.


    Crack.


    How should one counter the martial techniques of a grandmaster?


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