“I am Baek Mu-Gun of the Baek Sword Sect.”

“The Baek Sword Sect?” Qiankun Hand Seok Gang tilted his head.

He had not heard any detailed news about murim since he started living in seclusion here. Hence, he did not know anything about the Baek Sword Sect or Baek Mu-Gun.

“It’s a small sword sect in Zhejiang Province.”

“Well, looking at you, I doubt it’s that small.”

“It is compared to the Seven Great Families.”

“Well, let’s say it is. You’re a long way from home. What brings you all the way here?”

“I think it’s better to work things out with the people over there first.”

“We are martial artists from the Nankun Sect, a vassal family of the Guangdong Jin Family. I don’t know what you, the Baek Sword Sect’s Young Patriarch, are doing here, but it will do you good not to intervene in our sect’s matters,” one of the Nankun Sect’s martial artists politely told Mu-Gun.

“Even if I don’t intervene, I highly doubt you can defeat those two.”

“What are you trying to do, then?” The Nankun Sect’s martial artist now sounded displeased.

“I don’t know why you two are fighting, but now that I’m here, why don’t you talk it out?”

“We refuse. Our Young Patriarch lost all functions in his leg because of that bastard’s hands. We will definitely not retreat until they pay that debt back.” The Nankun Sect’s martial artists pointed at the young man whom Kang Chan had assumed was...