“Kill Munseong and bring back all his cryptical books.”0

Chang-Sun had given a very simple order to Jin Prezia, Sinmara, and the Undead Army to kill Munseong. If the White Tiger Clan elders got in their way, they were free to kill those elders. Despite how simple the order was, however, Jin disliked it.0

「You look as if you’ve eaten dog poop.」0

Sinmara giggled, running next to Jin.0

「I’m just annoyed because I’m weak.」0

Jin frowned as he replied.0

「That was pretty obvious, but did you only realize it now?」0

Sinmara’s remark drew a silent glare from Jin.0

「You’re sad because you couldn’t help in beating up Celestials, huh?」0

Regardless, Sinmara laughed loudly as she continued.0

「…Don’t insult me any further.」0

「Is it an insult if I call something that’s actually weak weak?」0

「How dare you!」0

Jin gave Sinmara a death glare with a deep frown.0

The tension between the two made Jin’s and Sinmara’s subordinates behind them tense up, their expressions turning serious. An internal conflict could always start at a very unexpected moment. Things were already tense within the army due to the battles in Chang-Sun’s subconscious realm, so the Undead Army soldiers could not help but remain on high alert.0

「How dare you? Did you say ‘how dare you’? Fine. Then what about me, when I’m not even half as good as I was in my prime? And I even have to listen to you saying,...0