“But will it be that easy? The food here is rather expensive,” said Hanyoung, as he turned around. 

Biyeon’s eyes widened a little. For some reason, her back felt itchy. That elderly man was not easy. Rain and Hanyoung left. The palace had many cumbersome rituals. It would probably take them a while to greet each other. San and Biyeon decided to take a walk around the banquet hall. 

***

“Who are those people?” asked Hankyo cautiously, as he followed Hanyoung. 

He was a teacher from Han-Sung Clan, a master who had achieved the third rank. The other people were also looking at Hanyoung with curious eyes. 

“What kind of people did you see?” asked Hanyoung. 

“They seem to be rather talented, but they were very rude. How could they speak to you like that…”

“It’s fine with me, though?” 

“Is there a problem? If it’s bothering you, our clan will find a way to deal with it.” 

“You fool… You’re saying that they have something on me, huh.”

“I’m sorry?”

“They are not rude.” 

“I…am not sure.” 

“It’s because they are individuals who have established their own sovereignty. They came from a place where no authority over themselves is recognized. They are their own king and emperor, so who will they submit...