Martial Arts Ain’t That Big of a Deal

A sobriquet was another name that testified to a warrior’s achievements.

The title Heavenly Lord of Annihilation was a blatant display of his path.

Myeolsa—to annihilate the wicked.

Anyone even slightly involved in the martial world would immediately smell the stench of blood emanating from that name.

And naturally, if the Palace Lord of the Northern Sea Ice Palace, a member of the Four Dark Lotus, attended the wedding of such a person—things would get very interesting.

Seo-jun aside, Baek Seolhyang’s position could become quite troublesome.

But—

‘Like I care.’

Baek Seolhyang couldn’t care less. What did it matter what people said?

In the first place, transcendent martial artists from the unorthodox sects generally had no interest in others.

Unless something directly benefited or harmed them, they were too focused on their own cultivation to meddle in other people’s affairs.

And if it wasn’t those people, then there was no one Baek Seolhyang needed to be concerned about.