The morning mist was still clinging to the manor's training grounds, but the air was different.
Tension was crackling like a storm on the horizon.
Seo Ryung was rubbing his sore ribs as he was walking besides Han-ju. Every breath reminded him of his fight against Do Jin. He had lost, but Heuk Cheon's words still resonated deep within his mind.
"Make them fall."
He wasn't going to forget that anytime soon.
Jang Mi yawned, stretching her arms behind her head. "So, what do you think? Did you impress Master Heuk Cheon?"
Seo Ryung scoffed. "If 'you hesitate too much' is a compliment, then sure."
She laughed. "Better than him saying you're completely hopeless."
Before he could reply, they reached the main courtyard, where they immediately stopped in their tracks.
Because standing there, in neat formation, were more than a dozen warriors from the Murim Alliance.
