Back at his residence, Jin Kyung-Jun couldn’t stop thinking about Baek Mu-Gun becoming a source of great trouble if left alone. Kyung-Jun wanted to eliminate him somehow while he still had the chance, but he couldn’t do anything with his strength alone. The upper brasses had to take action.

“Grandfather might agree!”

Kyung-Jun suddenly remembered Jin Gwang-Cheon, his grandfather. Gwang-Cheon was the former Patriarch of the Guangdong Jin Family and was one of the Seven Saints, who were considered living legends in murim. Thinking Gwang-Cheon would help him, Kyung-Jun went straight to his residence.

“Grandfather!”

“Oh? My precious, eldest grandson has come to visit me without me calling for him? Will the sun rise from the west tomorrow?” Gwang-Cheon teased and welcomed Kyung-Jun, who rarely looked for him.

“I apologize for not visiting you often. I have been so concentrated on my martial arts training that I could not find the time.”

“Is it because you can’t find the time or because you simply don’t have the heart to? This grandfather of yours does not want much. All I ask is that you have a cup of tea and a meal with me from time to time.”

“I understand. Starting today, I will stop by more often to drink tea and have a meal with you, Grandfather.”

“You said the same thing last time, did you not?”

“I’m serious this time.”

“Was what you said back then a lie, then?” Gwang-Cheon joked.

“That’s not it—Anyway, I really will start visiting you more often from now on,” Kyung-Jun replied...