Chapter: 422

Even if the end is his own death.

Pyo-wol lay on the side of the grave and looked up at the sky.

The blue sky caught his eye. It was a landscape he could not even imagine when he was in the underground cave.

Pyo-wol murmured with the sky right in front of his eyes.

�I won�t say I�m sorry, we�ve been using each other anyway. But I�ll make sure you get revenge. She�s going to suffer more than you did.�

Pyo-wol lay still for a long time and did not move.

It was after the sun had set over Seosan Mountain that he got up. He came down the hill through the darkness where he could not see an inch ahead.

Pyo-wol took a step towards Chengdu. The road to Chengdu was quiet. Thanks to this, he was able to be free from public gaze, but Pyo-wol half-covered his face with a scarf.

In a sense, he was now a celebrity.

His handsome face attracted people�s attention. He could move freely when his identity back then was not known, but now he can�t.

The Qingcheng sect may not know him, but the Emei sect will now know for sure who he is.

The death of Seolha proved that fact.

To some extent, that was also the intention of Pyo-wol. He could have done his assassinaion without revealing his identity, but in that case, the fear felt by the opponent would be halved.

That was the reason Pyo-wol deliberately leaked his identity.

If it weren�t for that reason, it would have taken them much longer to figure out the identity of Pyo-wol.

Pyo-wol quietly entered Chengdu.

There was a guest house booked in advance on the outskirts of Chengdu. He went inside the guest house, but no one paid any attention to him. Even though his face was half-covered with a scarf.

Most people were indifferent to the affairs of others. It was the same for those in the guest house. People were busy chatting and talking about what happened in Chengdu today.

�The Abbess of Nine Calamities has entered Chengdu?�

�I�m telling you! As soon as she entered the Hundred Flower Room, she killed Young Miss Seolha in a single shot.�

�No, why Young Miss Seolha?�

�Who knows? You too, be careful. If you get on the Emei sect�s nerves by mistake, you might end up like that.�

�Hik! They�re scary.�

The man trembled as if he was terrified just by imagining it.

Pyo-wol sat down and listened to their stories.

Even the smallest details could be important information to him.

Bang! Bang!

Early in the morning there was a hand knocking on the tightly closed door. The owner of the hand was an old swordsman with a thick beard. Dozens of young warriors also stood behind the old swordsman�s back.

The door did not open even after they knocked for a while, and the warriors were tired of waiting. However, the old swordsman kept knocking on the door without making a single distasteful expression.

Eventually, the door opened, probably tired of the old swordsman�s persistence. JrNovels.com