Chapter 89
“...Let me see your arm. I’ll at least apply some medicine.”
Moved by the sorrow in Wonyang’s voice, Unwi turned to look at her for a moment. The deep concern in her eyes pierced his chest. Without a word, he extended his arm.
Wonyang’s touch gently traced the wound. As though his pain were her own, she carefully applied pressure to acupoints, then pulled out a golden wound balm from her robes and applied it with great care. The inner energy flowing from her fingertips enveloped the injury.
Unwi looked away from her and spoke quietly.
“Cheonpung.”
“Yes.”
“Summon Jang Seok of the Beggars’ Union.”
Cheonpung nodded and immediately dashed off toward Yangnyeong.
“Han Murin.”
“Yes, Lord of the Branch.”
“Gather the corpses with the martial artists over there.”
“You mean the ones from Bongnae too?”