The people who were around the scene whispered to each other.�
Pyo-wol walked forward and passed through the crowd.
When Pyo-wol finally arrived in front, Pyo-wol�s face hardened.
In the middle of a circle of people stood a little boy with blood on his face. And a man was lying face down in front of the boy.
Pyo-wol looked at the boy.
�Soma.�
Hearing his voice, the boy turned his head and looked at Pyo-wol.
�Brother!�
The boy who looked at Pyo-wol with a puzzled expression was Soma.
Pyo-wol approached Soma.
�What happened?�
�That�s��
Soma couldn�t explain properly.
There was the sword, Gongbu, in his hands. And it was bloody. Given the circumstances, the blood seemed to be from the man lying on the floor.
Pyo-wol turned the man�s body over. Then a familiar face appeared.
It was a man with one eye.�
Hong Mugwang.�
Pyo-wol remembered him clearly because he took one of his eyes with his own hands.
Even without checking his pulse, Pyo-wol already knew he was dead. There were large and small wounds all over Hong Mugwang�s body.�
Pyo-wol stared blankly at Hong Mugwang�s face.
There was also blood flowing from his eyes, nose and ears.
As if he couldn�t believe his own death, Hong Mugwang had his remaining eyes wide open.�
Pyo-wol looked at Soma again.
Soma shook his head vigorously and said,
�We might have fought, but I didn�t kill him. I really swear!�
�Okay.�
After Pyo-wol nodded, he heard,�
�How dare you commit murder in the Wudang sect?! For a little guy to have such strength.�
A cold voice suddenly came from among the people.
The people surrounding Soma and Pyo-wol parted ways and six men walked out. The men who radiated a cold atmosphere were Jang Muyeon and the warriors of the White Tiger Sword Corps. JrNovels.com