Han Baek, who watched Baek Mu-Gun overpower the demonic practitioners from the side, was deeply impressed by his thorough attitude, which was unbefitting of his young age. That was a separate matter altogether, however. This young man suddenly spoke to him informally and even criticized his appearance, which was unforgivable.

“Let’s have a little chat now, shall we? Who are you? Why are you speaking informally to me as if we’ve met before?” Han Baek went straight to the point.

“I’m not sure where to begin.”

“Start from the beginning. We have plenty of time anyway.”

“You don’t know me, but I know you very well. To be exact, we went through life and death together in my past life.”

“Past life? Why is a young man like you spouting such nonsensical crap? Do you really think I will believe that?” Han Baek asked, baffled.

“The first time we met was during the Great War of Yueyang. Back then, I saved you from a crisis just as I did today. That’s where you got the scar on your left rib, and it was also the start of our connection. From there, I traveled through battlefields and fought the Hell-Blood Demon Sect with you and the other Peerless Wanderers. After every battle, we would always drink all night, during which you would always tell me that you would introduce me to your younger sister, whom you claimed was the greatest beauty in Jiangnan. If I remember what you told me correctly, your sister’s name was Han Ho-Kyung, right?”

Han Baek’s eyes widened upon hearing Mu-Gun’s story. What...