Baek Mu-Gun visited the four venerable elders as soon as he arrived at the Baek Sword Sect.

“The year has just started, yet you already seem to be having a lot of fun. Meanwhile, we’re cooped up in a small room, waiting for time to pass,” Hwang Rei welcomed Mu-Gun with a provoking remark.

“Did anyone tell you to stay cooped up in here? You are free to drink or bed a woman all you want. Don’t tell me you want me to spoon-feed those to you?” Mu-Gun immediately countered.

“You brought us over as venerable elders, so shouldn’t you at least treat us as such?”

“Why don’t you just ask me to change your poopy diapers in the future as well?” Mu-Gun got on Hwang Rei’s nerves.

“What—you brat! How dare you openly neglect us just because you’re younger!”

“Moving on, I found where the Qiankun Hands and the Daybreak Swordmaster are,” Mu-Gun immediately got to the main point, ignoring Hwang Rei’s remarks.

“Those fuckers are famous,” Yang Cheol-Gon said, pretending to be a know-it-all.

“You’re always like that. I’m sure they are both older than us,” Jin Yoo-Sung, the calmest among the four venerable elders, replied, calling out Cheol-Gon.

“Who cares? They’re not even here. Even kings in ancient times have been cursed at when they’re not around.” Cheol-Gon did not care at all.

Yoo-Sung only shook his head in response.

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