After escaping from the Sun God Palace’s campsite, Baek Mu-Gun and the survivors of the special task force stopped at a hill about an hour away from the enemy.0

“Thank you. You’re the reason we survived.” The special task force’s captain, Peng Won-Yi of the Hebei Peng Family, expressed his gratitude on behalf of the surviving special task force members.0

“It’s fine. It would have been great if I could save the others. It truly is a pity,” Mu-Gun replied.0

“It is regrettable that they had to lay down their lives, but we were already prepared for death when we came here. I am simply glad that we accomplished our objective. Otherwise, their sacrifice would have been in vain.”0

“Your dedication for murim deserves respect.”0

“I don’t think it is respectable. Compared to what you have done so far, we have done nothing.”0

“I beg to disagree. Although I have made a lot of contributions, I have never risked my life to complete a task like what you all did. Your willingness to sacrifice yourself for the sake of murim is something I dare not imitate.”0

“Hearing you praise us makes me proud. That aside, what brings you here?” Won-Yi asked out of curiosity. “Last I heard, you were on your way back to Central Plains after destroying the Spindle Sect in Beihai.”0

“I was, but when I heard about what the Sun God Palace was doing, I immediately made my way here to help,” Mu-Gun answered.0

“We heard a series of deafening blasts from deep inside the Sun God...0