Chapter 381: The World (5)
Rain poured down in fine, steady streams.
It had begun just moments after a thunderous roar shook Unhoe Peak, where the leaders of the great sects had gathered with Ma Gwang-ik.
Shaa—
Two men, both wearing wide-brimmed hats, crouched hidden in a thicket.
Above them, lush green leaves formed a dense canopy. In front of them, the village at the foot of the mountain was clearly visible.
Despite the water pooling at the edges of their hats and dripping down, both men remained calm, their gazes as steady as if the downpour were nothing.
Behind them, Unhoe Peak loomed endlessly into the sky.
"What a disaster. Things are in chaos both atop and below the mountain."
The older man, a swordsman with a sheathed blade at his waist, spoke. His dry voice was quickly swallowed by the rain, making it the perfect location for a discreet conversation without expending internal energy for sound transmission.
"I would have preferred to see the situation above first," the younger man responded with a grin.
Despite the heavy rain, the small brush and notebook in his hands remained completely dry, a clear sign that they were imbued with a faint spiritual aura.
"These days, the true nature of the current Ma Gwang-ik is the hottest topic among those well-versed in Dochalwon—no, in imperial affairs as a whole. Rumor has it that the Commander of the Eastern Depot has been quick to establish ties with him, recognizing his sharp nature. Yet, others speak of him as a mere butcher, no different from common swine in the eyes of the Grand Inspector..."