Chapter: 182
To them it was a light landing, but in Pyo-wol�s ears it was as loud as thunder.
As a rule of thumb, it seemed that more than a hundred martial artists had entered the underground cave. Still, Pyo-wol did not care and ate the food.
It didn�t matter how many people came in here. What really mattered for him was to quickly satisfy his hunger and replenish his stamina.�
Pyo-wol ate until he was full.
When his hunger dissipated, he seemed to be alive.�
�Huu�!�
Pyo-wol sighed and got up.�
For a moment, he found his head spinning. He lost too much blood. Without a clear destination, he would never have been able to survive. It was only because of his strong will that he managed to reach this area.�
This was the place where he spent a total of seven years. He even memorized the location of every stone and stalactite that existed here.�
It was no accident that he came here.
The martial artists of the Qingcheng and Emei sect were able to follow him all the way here. All of this is what Pyo-wol intended.�
He purposely brought them here.
�Look around here.�
�Be careful everyone.�
The voices of the warriors were heard from not far away.
They whispered quietly to others, but they couldn�t fool Pyo-wol�s ears.
Pyo-wol quietly hid in the dark.
Shortly thereafter, the warriors of the Emei sect appeared.
They moved in groups of five.
The sight of them moving little by little, illuminating the surroundings with the torch they held in their hand, was too cautious.�
�Look here. There are signs of food.�
One of the disciples noticed the traces where Pyo-wol was staying and shouted.
�It�s clear he�s not far away. Be careful everyone.�
�He�s an assassin. Remain vigilant because we will never know when he�s going to attack.�
They looked around with all their senses sharpened. However, there was a limit to the field of vision that a torch could secure.
It was impossible to tell what was out of the range of the torch immediately.
No matter how trained they were as martial artists, the pitch black darkness was enough to frighten them.
The darkness stimulated their imaginations.
They struggled to maintain their composure. Their sinister imagination slowly engulfed their minds like a plague.
�Shit!� JrNovels.com
As a rule of thumb, it seemed that more than a hundred martial artists had entered the underground cave. Still, Pyo-wol did not care and ate the food.
It didn�t matter how many people came in here. What really mattered for him was to quickly satisfy his hunger and replenish his stamina.�
Pyo-wol ate until he was full.
When his hunger dissipated, he seemed to be alive.�
�Huu�!�
Pyo-wol sighed and got up.�
For a moment, he found his head spinning. He lost too much blood. Without a clear destination, he would never have been able to survive. It was only because of his strong will that he managed to reach this area.�
This was the place where he spent a total of seven years. He even memorized the location of every stone and stalactite that existed here.�
It was no accident that he came here.
The martial artists of the Qingcheng and Emei sect were able to follow him all the way here. All of this is what Pyo-wol intended.�
He purposely brought them here.
�Look around here.�
�Be careful everyone.�
The voices of the warriors were heard from not far away.
They whispered quietly to others, but they couldn�t fool Pyo-wol�s ears.
Pyo-wol quietly hid in the dark.
Shortly thereafter, the warriors of the Emei sect appeared.
They moved in groups of five.
The sight of them moving little by little, illuminating the surroundings with the torch they held in their hand, was too cautious.�
�Look here. There are signs of food.�
One of the disciples noticed the traces where Pyo-wol was staying and shouted.
�It�s clear he�s not far away. Be careful everyone.�
�He�s an assassin. Remain vigilant because we will never know when he�s going to attack.�
They looked around with all their senses sharpened. However, there was a limit to the field of vision that a torch could secure.
It was impossible to tell what was out of the range of the torch immediately.
No matter how trained they were as martial artists, the pitch black darkness was enough to frighten them.
The darkness stimulated their imaginations.
They struggled to maintain their composure. Their sinister imagination slowly engulfed their minds like a plague.
�Shit!� JrNovels.com
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