Chapter: 1761
�Revenge?�
�Yes! I need to avenge my siblings.�
Tae Musang�s expression, which had softened, hardened once again.
Although he had been temporarily enamored with Yul Ayeon, he hadn�t forgotten about his siblings� deaths.
The final moments of his siblings, who had to die tragically because of him, haunted him and tormented him.
�What happened?�
At Tarha�s question, Tae Musang looked at Pyo-wol.
He was asking for permission to speak about the recent events.
Pyo-wol nodded silently.
Only then did Tae Musang tell Tarha what he had experienced.�
�Well, actually��
Tarha�s expression turned grave as he listened to Tae Musang�s story.
�So about twenty or so martial artists sneaked in?�
�Yes!�
�Are you sure you didn�t mistake them for fishermen?�
�I�ve lived here long enough to know that there are no fishermen here with such a terrifying aura.�
�Hmm��
Tarha�s gaze turned towards Pyo-wol.�
�Do you happen to know who they are?�
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Pyo-wol didn�t answer.
From his attitude, Tarha realized that Pyo-wol didn�t fully trust him.
Tarha sighed softly.
He didn�t fully trust Pyo-wol yet either. But they couldn�t stay this way, building walls between each other, forever.�
�At this point, perhaps it�s better for us to honestly reveal our purpose for coming here. That is if we want to build trust between us.�
�You go first.�
�I suppose so. We have come to this faraway land, the Central Plains, to retrieve a lost treasure. During the war, we lost one of the treasures of the Mara Sect, the Demonic Soul Blade.1 At first, we thought it was simply lost, but we soon realized that it was stolen. We searched for the blade everywhere, and the trail led us here.�
�Is the Demonic Soul Blade that of an important object?�
�On the surface, it looked like a beautiful piece of art, nothing more, nothing less.� Moreover, it has an extremely twisted form that deviates from the typical shape of a sword, so someone unfamiliar with it wouldn�t be able to wield it properly.�
�It�s unlikely that you would come all this way just to find a mere piece of art. There must be a hidden utility in the blade.� JrNovels.com