Chapter 584: Wildfire (8)
A land where a nation and the martial world are one—the North.
There was no such thing as civil-military nonintervention here. Unlike Ming China, where the government and the martial world were separate, this was a completely different reality.
To become the enemy of the northern martial world meant opposing the empire of the vast northern lands. That was why the northern martial world was so powerful.
Southern-Facing Sovereign.
The battlefield where the Northern King’s “Moon-Slaying Martial Art” unfolded looked, on the surface, like any other stretch of ground.
Thin frost had formed in the cracked crevices, and from the edges of the slightly sunken ground, the faint sound of falling sand rustled quietly.
At the center stood five people.
Yong Hui-myeong and Jeong Yeon-shin, surrounded front and back by Namje and the Northern King, and off to the side, Tae Yeom-ryong, still suspended in midair, casually waving a hand toward Yong Hui-myeong.
“So he’s still alive?”
Yong Hui-myeong murmured in a neutral tone. Then, surprised at himself, he waved a hand with a sheepish smile.
“That wasn’t a jab at your constitution—just a comment on your character.”
“Senior, it’s good to see you.”