The path leading away from the inn toward Wudang.
The climb up the mountain didnât take very long.
As Yu Baek had mentioned, we were receiving exceptionally courteous treatment on the way up.
"Exceptionally courteous," huh?
Well, it was just a carriage, after all.
A carriage bearing the emblem of Wudang.
Even though it was just this, it was more than sufficient for now.
At the very least, it gave the impression of being treated with respect.
But there was one problem.
"How exactly did you manage it...?"
In the enclosed space, my younger sisterâs voice was annoyingly loud.
Frowning slightly at Gu Ryeonghwaâs words, I responded:
"What do you mean, âhowâ? I just did it."
"Noâ¦! Donât joke around with me!"
No matter how much she thought about it, Gu Ryeonghwa seemed unable to believe me, pressing on with her questions.
"That was Ji Cheol, the Righteous Dragon Sword, wasnât it?"
"â¦The what now?"
Her words made me tilt my head in confusion.
Righteous Dragon Sword�
That loudmouth Ji Cheol, who had dared to strut around despite his lack of qualifications.
Judging by Gu Ryeonghwaâs reaction, he seemed to have been somewhat famous.
"Well, of course."
He had already surpassed the age of thirty and reached a refined peak in his abilities.
By Zhongyuan's standards, it was only natural for him to have a nickname.
"I guess Iâve just been surrounded by monsters for so long that I forgot."
I had unconsciously been underestimating him.
"Brother, if you werenât careful, he could have hit you, you know?"
"Hit me? Him? Keep dreaming."
Thud!
"Ah, owâ¦!"
Her constant pestering earned her a flick to the forehead.
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If Ji Cheol was a second-generation disciple at that level, then it seemed likely he would eventually lead Wudang.