Childhood Friend of the Zenith

Ilcheong Sword stood frozen, as if his mind had short-circuited.

The other members of the Martial Alliance, including Bumdong, looked equally shaken—like they’d just been hit by an earthquake.

Honestly?

Connections were always a useful thing.

I was reminded of that once again.

‘...Hah.’

Maybe it was because Heavenly Lord had intervened to defuse the situation.

Thanks to him, my head cooled off a bit.

With my current body, I wouldn’t have been able to handle a fight against Ilcheong Sword.

Well, I might have pulled off a victory, but the plan would’ve gone up in flames.

“Now that we’re done talking, can we go?”

“...”