Chapter 498: Martial World (1)
Hogwang Fortress, Yangyang.
Amidst the pitch-black night sky, a crescent moon hung faintly, resembling claw marks left by an unseen hand.
The grand halls of Ipwang Fortress’s main stronghold, built entirely of pristine white marble, seemed to absorb even the moonlight’s faint glow, as if they were parched land drinking in the last drops of rain. Thus, even in the depth of winter nights, they remained pale and ghostly.
Ma Gwang-ik’s pavilion was no exception.
Rustle.
A swordsman clad in a dark hood and blindfold entered the grandmaster’s office. The hem of his black robe, trailing down to his ankles, fluttered wide as it swept past the doorframe.
“...Unnecessary.”
Cheongmyeong murmured briefly. He had officially become Ma Gwang-ik’s grandmaster at midnight the previous night.
But that was all he said.
— You’ll take over Ma Gwang-ik’s position while I’m away. Leave these documents with the Grand Marshal. Congratulations in advance.
That was what Jeong Yeon-shin had said to him before they parted ways in Hangzhou.
The youngest of Ma Gwang-iljo had spoken with the maturity of a grown brother, even using the phrase jegupo-shin—to cast aside the old and usher in the new.