Martial Arts Ain't Anything Special

Seojun followed the traces of the messed up qi.

Though Chunbong’s constant sighing and lamenting beside him was a bit annoying, it wasn’t anything new so he didn’t pay it much mind.

Can’t help that I’m just that good.

As they walked, they spotted something red that stood out against the green forest.

All bandit corpses.

Seojun stroked his chin as he looked at the bodies strewn along the path, killed while being chased.

“He really did lose it, huh.”

It was understandable though.

Your daughter gets kidnapped by bandits? It’d be weirder not to react this way.

If Chunbong got kidnapped, I’d draw my sword and kill them all immediately too.

“He must’ve been quite skilled.”