Chapter: 911

�That doesn�t matter. You�re gonna keep your promise, right?�

�Promise? Oh! O, of course.�

�You have to make a lot.�

�I, I�ll make a lot.�

�Heh heh!�

As Soma burst out laughing with joy, Pyo-wol approached them.

Behind him was a collapsed Baek Jin-gung. Even if they didn�t check it, they could tell that Baek Jin-gung had already stopped breathing.

They don�t know what he said to Pyo-wol before he died, but his face had an expression of relief.

He seemed to be more fortunate to have died.

�How much fear� did he feel for him to feel lucky to find a refuge in death?�

Both of them froze.

Soma was already scary, but Pyo-wol was incomparable to him. Just looking at the two of them could make their heart stop.

They couldn�t feel or detect anything in the man in front of them. It was as if a ghost was approaching them.

However, Pyo-wol�s appearance was so unrealistically beautiful that they felt like they were about to pass out.

These two opposing emotions confused them.

It was only now that they seemed to be able to understand Baek Jin-gung�s expression.

Pyo-wol�s gaze went through the Mok Gahye and Shin Mugum.�

�Did you say Gongbu? Can I see it?�

�T, that��

Shin Mugum hesitated and stepped back.�

He assumed that Pyo-wol was greedy for Gongbu.

Then Mok Gahye said,

�Brother, give it to him. We can�t protect it with our own strength anyway.�

�Still��

�Give it to him.�

Mok Gahye once again spoke firmly.

Only then did Shin Mugum unravel the sword and hand it over to Pyo-wol.

When Pyo-wol untied the white cloth, the appearance of an antique sword was revealed.

The scabbard and handle engraved with colorful patterns were impressive.

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