Five years had passed. Jecheon Kang had turned nineteen, and Jecheon Seong was now sixteen.0

In those five years, Jecheon Kang had led the Divine Sect’s battle units, earning countless accolades. Countless clans fell at his hands, and the name of the Divine Sect rose to new heights.0

As a result, his followers grew steadily. Not because Jecheon Kang actively tried expanding his influence, but simply because he trained in martial arts and displayed the results.0

In the Divine Sect, where power was revered, that was enough. Now, because of his followers, even the elders could not touch him recklessly. The name of the Young Master, Jecheon Kang, had become significant within the Divine Sect.0

Just like this, Jecheon Kang was on a winning streak. Meanwhile, his younger brother, Jecheon Seong, was slowly dying.1

I don’t have much time left…0

Jecheon Seong, who was reading, turned to look outside the window. A lone leaf fell from a barren tree branch. He could instinctively feel that he didn’t have long left.0

Records indicated that some with an Absolute Meridian could live up to twenty years, but it seemed that he wouldn’t be as lucky. Besides, the records belonged to patients who had consumed various elixirs. 0

It seems that I’m fated to depart this world without accomplishing anything… 0

In his hand was a letter that came from a renowned royal scholar, offering him admission to the Imperial Academy at any time. It was a reply to the letters he had persistently sent for a long time.0

But now, there's no time.0

Jecheon Seong didn’t have...0