Chapter 165: A Splinter in My Finger Hurts More (3)
"What? Why is that man in prison?" Myeong Ryu-San asked, frowning. He had been secluded in his room, focusing solely on training, when the news of Jin Mu-Won's imprisonment arrived.
Jin Mu-Won was a wall he had to overcome, a mountain he had to climb, but most shocking of all, he was the heir to the Northern Army.
Even as a country bumpkin from the western Sichuan plateau, Myeong Ryu-San knew how extraordinary the Northern Army was. One of his childhood dreams had actually been to fight alongside them against the Silent Night.
"That man is the legitimate successor of the Northern Army?"
Myeong Ryu-San felt a strange tightness in his chest, like he was pathetically small and insignificant. Feeling upset, he left his room and walked down the eastern lakeside path, his mind churning with complicated thoughts.
Frustrated, he kicked at a pebble on the ground.
"What? So that's why that guy was training so hard?! Fuck! How can I possibly beat him now?"
Just then, a dark shadow loomed over him. Looking up, he saw a strong woman with a spear on her back staring down at him.
"Are you Master Myeong Ryu-San of Sichuan?"