Reincarnated Swordmaster

Dark Heaven Village

It was late that night when Lee Kwang finally returned to the hideout at the hour of the rat. I approached him, and he looked somewhat tired and worn out. His expression was unusual for him, so I was taken aback when Lee Kwang spoke up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Master, I have something to tell you.”

“Can it wait a bit?”

Normally, when a master says something like this, one ought to step back. In fact, Lee Kwang looked pretty fed up and drained, so unless one was utterly oblivious, it was clear he needed some time alone to gather his thoughts.

But I knew this was a chance I wouldn’t get again if I let it pass. So, I replied firmly,

“It has to be now.”

“… Then speak.”