Chapter 38
Suppressing the blazing anger burning inside him, Han Janggwang walked forward.
His disheveled hair, his wild ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) beard, and his ragged clothes looked almost exactly the same as when he had broken out of seclusion.
It had been between 9 and 11 a.m. when he emerged; now it was nearing evening, between 5 and 7 p.m.
He had spoken as if he would charge out immediately, but he wasn’t that thoughtless.
During those hours, he had prepared.
Prepared to turn Seolap into a sea of blood — prepared to rip Seol Unwi’s body apart with his own hands without leaving any room for consequences.
That kind of preparation.
"Lord Han, you needn’t worry about what comes after," one of his men said. "The Hanbing Sect already agreed to take care of the aftermath and smooth things over—"
Han Janggwang raised a hand, cutting him off.
"I’ll think about the aftermath later. Today, I will honor the spirit of my son, and the spirits of the other fallen masters."
His voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt.
Now, there was only one thing left to do: act.