Chapter 367: A Supreme Martial Master (2)
The sound of silk brushing against blades of grass was stark against the silence.
The junior disciples of the Nine Orthodox Sects, who had been studying the traces left by their masters' techniques, stood frozen in place, ears straining in disbelief.
Even those who had been glaring daggers at the Five Sentinels of Vengeance turned their heads.
"Did he just say... Lord of Ipwang Fortress, Ma Gwang-ik?"
"I saw Seomye at the Han-Zhong Martial Alliance Gathering—his physique was completely different from this man’s."
"He was much younger."
"Of all people, to lie to the elders of Mount Qingcheng and Emei...."
The group of junior disciples traveling with the Nine Sects' masters consisted of about twelve well-trained warriors.
They had all properly learned and internalized the foundational principles of their sects’ Qi perception techniques, making them leagues apart from ordinary vagrant martial artists.
Even as they devoted mental focus elsewhere, they kept their Qi senses attuned to their surroundings.
This was the nature of their battlefield training—they had endured countless blood-soaked conflicts, always needing to remain vigilant.
Naturally, they were observing every subtle movement of the black-clad youth before them.