“Your face looks cleaner. You seem to have treated the burns you had when you were young.”

Namgung Ho brought up what Baek Mu-Gun had said when he had hidden his face with a pigskin mask, pointing out the latter’s lie.

“Allow me to officially introduce myself. I am Baek Mu-Gun, the Baek Sword Sect’s Young Patriarch. I could not reveal my identity when we first met, so I had no choice but to be discourteous. Please forgive me,” Mu-Gun introduced himself and politely apologized.

Now that Mu-Gun had confessed, Namgung Ho could no longer say anything about it.

“So you are the Baek Sword Sect’s Young Patriarch, after all. You have truly excellent achievements.”

“I’m flattered to hear that.”

“No, in all of murim’s history, possessing such great martial prowess and accumulating all these amazing feats at your age is extremely rare. Even the Shaolin Temple’s Divine Monk Dharma or the Wudang Sect’s Elder Zhang Sanfeng weren’t as good as you are at this age. I’m confident that I am not overpraising you.”

“You are flattering me too much, Master Namgung.”

“Isn’t it only natural for me to stay on your good side since you are the rising star of murim?”

“Regardless of how great I am, how can I compare myself to the prestige of the Nine Prominent Sects and the Seven Great Families? On the contrary, I should be the one saying that, Master Namgung.”

“Is that so? Considering you rejected our clan’s...