Chapter 16: Clear Flowing Sword (2)
The situation in the red-light district could be summarized in one sentence:
Five minutes before shit hits the fan.
Or maybe... It already had?
By the time Seojun and Chunbong casually stepped into the red-light district, the ground was already lavishly decorated with blood and corpses.
“Geez.”
Seojun clicked his tongue as he looked around. People screaming and fleeing, courtesans being dragged by their hair, Black Path thugs swinging their swords threateningly.
It was such a scene of pandemonium that just watching made him feel stifled.
He glanced at Chunbong, and her expression wasn’t good either. At this rate, it seemed like she might draw her sword and charge in at any moment.
Seojun took a deep breath.
“HAH...!”
His lion’s roar, infused with qi, momentarily silenced the chaos. But only for a moment. Only those nearby turned to look at Seojun while the rest of the miscreants continued their actions.