Thud!
The moment Muk Yeon finished speaking, movement erupted from one side of the room.
âWhat is the meaning of thisâ¦?!â
âMuk Yeon! What are you talking about?!â
Two peopleâGold Dragon Leader and Iron Dragon Leaderâslammed their hands on the table and shot to their feet.
Their expressions were filled with intense opposition.
âYouâre saying the recruits wonât be selected internally but brought in from outside?â
âThat violates the rules of the Martial Allianceâ¦! How can this be allowed?!â
Their tone made it clearâthey wouldnât accept this decision.
Or perhaps, they simply couldnât believe it.
âExplain yourselfâwhat exactly do you mean?!â
The man with bulging muscles, Dongcheon of the Twin Crescent Swords, the Gold Dragon Leader, roared.
His face was an open display of emotion.
Butâ
âMuk Yeonâ!â
âGold Dragon Leader.â
ââ¦!â
The low voice of Muk Yeon called out, silencing the Gold Dragon Leader mid-shout.
âHuh.â
My eyes widened slightly at the scene.
Muk Yeon was an ordinary man, devoid of any internal energy.
Meanwhile, Dongcheon had reached Hwagyeong, likely a master at an extraordinary level.
And yet, a single call from the old man shut him up completely.
âHis presence is no joke.â
It seemed entirely plausible that Muk Yeon could wield such authority.
Despite his frail, gaunt, and sickly appearanceâ
A man whose body could probably be shattered with a light strikeâ
âYou should calm down. That goes for you as well, Iron Dragon Leader.â
Muk Yeonâs presence made it impossible to dismiss him.
I didnât know much about him.
All I had heard were vague mentions of his history and accomplishments.
Even without fully grasping his background, I could feel that he was no ordinary man.
What about those who had observed him far longer than I had?
ââ¦Tch.â
Both Gold Dragon and Iron Dragon Leaders, who had been raging moments ago, bit their lips and sat back down.