Chapter: 1140
So upon seeing Soma, Hong Mugwang�s anger exploded. His anger toward Pyo-wol was expressed towards Soma.
Everything went as Jang Muyeon�s expected up to this point.
Hong Mugwang died due to the side effects of the Black Blood Pill, and the Wudang sect�s taoists tried to take the sword Gongbu away from Soma.�
Jang Muyeon would then later on try to purchase the sword from the Wudang sect at a reasonable price.
Everything was going smoothly according to his plan.�
But everything went awry the moment Pyo-wol stepped forward.
He didn�t expect Pyo-wol to see through the truth in an instant.
As Pyo-wol got closer, Jang Muyeon�s chin twitched.
His emotionless and unwavering eyes were looking straight at him. He was staring at him as if he knew all the truth.�
Jang Muyeon wanted to pick up his sword and dig out Pyo-wol�s eyes right away. But he couldn�t do so because of the eyes around him.
If he attacks Pyo-wol here, it is like implicitly admitting that he is guilty of something. So he only looked at Pyo-wol, trying not to show any reaction.�
Pyo-wol finally arrived in front of Jang Muyeon.
Everyone held their breath as they watched Pyo-wol and Jang Muyeon. They were not idiots. All of them thought there must be a reason why Pyo-wol approached Jang Muyeon like this.
Pyo-wol looked at Jang Muyeon without saying a word.
Jang Muyeon tried hard to keep a calm expression, but he couldn�t hide the flustered emotion in his eyes.
Pyo-wol kept staring into his eyes.�
Jang Muyeon became furious.
�Why are you doing this? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?�
At that moment, Pyo-wol smelled a faint scent coming from Jang Muyeon. A fragrance that he would never smell unless he was conscious of it.
�The scent of wild chrysanthemum.�
It�s a scent that doesn�t suit a man who has learned martial arts. This is because it�s the type of fragrance that only a very small number of women use.
As far as Pyo-wol knew, there was only one person in Wudang Mountain that smelled like wild chrysanthemums.
Hong Ye-seol.
Hong Ye-seol and Jang Muyeon.
A charming woman and a wild young master.
The two met secretly, leading the woman�s scent to linger around this man.
Pyo-wol looked around.
Hong Ye-seol was nowhere to be seen.
In the place where everyone was gathered, only she was nowhere to be found.�
Pyo-wol�s eyes narrowed. JrNovels.com
Everything went as Jang Muyeon�s expected up to this point.
Hong Mugwang died due to the side effects of the Black Blood Pill, and the Wudang sect�s taoists tried to take the sword Gongbu away from Soma.�
Jang Muyeon would then later on try to purchase the sword from the Wudang sect at a reasonable price.
Everything was going smoothly according to his plan.�
But everything went awry the moment Pyo-wol stepped forward.
He didn�t expect Pyo-wol to see through the truth in an instant.
As Pyo-wol got closer, Jang Muyeon�s chin twitched.
His emotionless and unwavering eyes were looking straight at him. He was staring at him as if he knew all the truth.�
Jang Muyeon wanted to pick up his sword and dig out Pyo-wol�s eyes right away. But he couldn�t do so because of the eyes around him.
If he attacks Pyo-wol here, it is like implicitly admitting that he is guilty of something. So he only looked at Pyo-wol, trying not to show any reaction.�
Pyo-wol finally arrived in front of Jang Muyeon.
Everyone held their breath as they watched Pyo-wol and Jang Muyeon. They were not idiots. All of them thought there must be a reason why Pyo-wol approached Jang Muyeon like this.
Pyo-wol looked at Jang Muyeon without saying a word.
Jang Muyeon tried hard to keep a calm expression, but he couldn�t hide the flustered emotion in his eyes.
Pyo-wol kept staring into his eyes.�
Jang Muyeon became furious.
�Why are you doing this? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?�
At that moment, Pyo-wol smelled a faint scent coming from Jang Muyeon. A fragrance that he would never smell unless he was conscious of it.
�The scent of wild chrysanthemum.�
It�s a scent that doesn�t suit a man who has learned martial arts. This is because it�s the type of fragrance that only a very small number of women use.
As far as Pyo-wol knew, there was only one person in Wudang Mountain that smelled like wild chrysanthemums.
Hong Ye-seol.
Hong Ye-seol and Jang Muyeon.
A charming woman and a wild young master.
The two met secretly, leading the woman�s scent to linger around this man.
Pyo-wol looked around.
Hong Ye-seol was nowhere to be seen.
In the place where everyone was gathered, only she was nowhere to be found.�
Pyo-wol�s eyes narrowed. JrNovels.com
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