â¦That was a strange dream.
[You dare know your crime?! How could a Plum Blossom Swordsman lose to some Zhongnan bastard?! How utterly disgraceful! You are the shame of the Huashan Sect!*]
A group of old Daoist masters raged at him in his dream.
And it wasnât just one or two of them.
[We must sever his tendons and exile him!]
[Huashanâs name weeps todayâ¦]
[How will we ever face our ancestors now?!]
They were treating him like a criminal, and Ihan simply scratched his cheek.
[Look at that insolent attitude!]
[He has no remorse for his sins!]
[T-this⦠this bratâ¦!]
Their blood pressure was rising fast.
And Ihan, looking at them, finally spokeâ
"Oi, you damn specters. I donât know who you guys are, but letâs get one thing straight. First of all, Iâm not part of the Huashan Sect, you morons."
[â¦â¦?]
After throwing that insult, he calmly continued.
"I was an assassin in some insane experimental organization. After that, I was a mercenary. My roots are way closer to the Demon Sect or wandering rogues than anything from the righteous sects. And even if I had to be in one, my first technique came from Shaolin, so if anything, Iâd be closer to them than Huashan. Besides, my techniques might have come from martial arts novels, but that doesnât mean Iâm actually part of the Murim, does it? If you really think about it, I made all this up, you idiots. That makes me the founder here, dumbasses."
[â¦â¦.]
"You can shove your excommunication. If anyoneâs getting expelled, I should be the one doing the expelling."
[B-but the Plum Blossom Sword Artâ¦]
"You got a patent on it or something?"
[â¦â¦.]
"Thought so. Damn freeloading ghosts. Yâall donât even have the rights to it, so shut up."
[T-thatâsâ¦]
"Enough bullshit. Get over here. Since when do some random sect disciples have the nerve to talk back to a founder?"
[W-wait, hold onâ!]
"Show me your so-called Plum Blossom Sword Art!"
[â¦!]
The Huashan Sect specters screamed.