The Return of the Namgoong Clan's Granddaughter

Twenty years ago, when Namgoong Mucheon and Nomoen were still wandering the martial world, building their reputations—

Nomoen had once challenged Namgoong Mucheon.

Part of it was arrogance—pride in being an elite swordsman from a prestigious orthodox sect.

And part of it was just annoyance—he couldn’t stand those martial heirs swaggering around under the name of one of the great clans.

So when he heard the target was a young lord of the Namgoong Clan, he thought he’d take the opportunity to teach him what a sword really was.

“Justice, righteousness, courtesy, compassion—yeah right.”

He got wrecked.

Beaten to a pulp like dirt flying in the rain.

Namgoong Mucheon beat him like a dog, ranting the whole time about “those arrogant sect bastards” like he was trying to fix the entire sect system through sheer violence.

Whoever those bastards were, Nomoen had wanted to find and kill them—just to make the beating stop.

From that day on, he never went near the Namgoong Clan again.

“I heard he mellowed out after getting older and becoming clan head!”