âCheonmaâ¦.â
Hearing the name, the Sword Saintâs expression immediately darkened.
âJust as I thought.â
His voice, brimming with restrained hostility, trembled slightly.
âYouâre the one who turned Wudang into rubble.â
[Ah.]
Cheonma responded, almost as if he had just remembered.
[Thatâs right. That did happen.]
His tone was casual, indifferentâlike recalling a trivial event.
The Sword Saintâs expression contorted further.
It wasnât just any placeâit was Wudangâs stronghold.
Not only had an intruder breached it, but one of their elders had also been killed.
That incident had nearly shattered Wudangâs standing.
And yet this man acted as if it wasnât even worth remembering.
[My apologies.]
Perhaps noticing the Sword Saintâs reaction, Cheonma smirked.
[It was such an insignificant matter that I must have forgotten.]
ââ¦Youâ!â
The Sword Saint nearly exploded, butâ
âTchâ¦â
Grinding his teeth, he managed to restrain himself.
He couldnât afford to lose his temperânot with so many eyes watching.
âLet me ask you⦠Are you behind this?â
He chose to first confirm the truth.
[Hmm.]
Cheonma tilted his head slightly, thenâ
[Old man of Wudang, it seems youâre mistaken.]
His voice rang out as though he were explaining something to a child.
[I never gave you permission to ask questions. Why do you presume to speak?]
âWhatâ¦?â
[Do not misunderstand.]
Ssssshhhh.
The black energy thickened, spreading further.
[I do not converse with insects.]
ââ¦!!â
Insects.
The Sword Saintâs face turned crimson.
[Yet, I am indulging you today because I happen to be in a good mood.]
Chuckle.
Cheonma stepped closer, approaching the barrier.
[Otherwise, you wouldnât even be able to lift your head before me.]
Arrogance dripped from every word.
Even with so many warriors gathered, each possessing considerable strength,
Cheonma carried himself as if they were all beneath him.
No one could understand how he dared to act so brazenly.