Chapter 78
Kwak Yeon had finally come to understand that the balance between the righteous and demonic factions of the martial world—the so-called White Path and Black Path—was not mere happenstance. It was an actual pact. A tacit agreement that kept the world from tearing itself apart.
He had once thought it was just a natural, unspoken balance born of circumstance.
“I have no connection to the Zhengwuguan.”
“But that uniform...?”
“I’m merely borrowing it, as a lay Daoist of the lineage of the Way.”
Sagungjin had no choice but to believe him. And no choice at all beyond that.
There was simply nothing the Black Snake Gang could do against a master who could unleash sword qi without a single preparatory motion—a peerless expert whose power felt as though it came from beyond the heavens.
And this man was here to spare his only son.
The Zhengwuguan-backed Ghost Sound Gang was already becoming too much to withstand. The final card he'd been saving for a desperate last stand had now been nullified—shattered—by the Reclusive Daoist.
“It may take some time... but I’ll begin the dissolution.”
That very day, Kwak Yeon left Geyang-hyeon behind.
There was no need to stay and verify the dismantling of the Black Snake Gang.