Chapter 410: Beijing (2)
The Nine Great Sects will win.
The young Daoist’s declaration was remarkably calm, even though he had just claimed the title of the strongest under heaven for himself.
Did he truly not regard the Eight Great Families as worth considering?
For someone who appeared to be no older than twelve or thirteen, such words could only come from one who saw the great clans as mere ants beneath his feet.
As the alcohol settled into his mind like a thick mist, Jeong Yeon-shin found himself recalling the past.
Days spent donning white robes, then blue, then black, clashing against the masters of the Eight Families in succession.
Not once in all those battles had he possessed a ten percent chance of victory.
Even a stray dog in the marketplace grows smarter after a few years of living among the streets—how much more so the warriors of the martial world, who have honed their deadly skills for centuries?
These were martial warlords, inheritors of both orthodoxy and tyranny, warriors who passed down their knowledge from one generation to the next. That was ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) the kind of Murim noble families Jeong Yeon-shin had encountered.
"His spirit is remarkable. This child... he understands."
For a brief moment, Yeon-shin almost reached out to tousle the boy’s hair. He found the fearless ambition of the small Wudang disciple amusing.
An innocent Daoist who had spent his life training in the mountains, ignorant of etiquette and worldly matters.