Chapter 92
In front of the Hall of Hidden Dragons, Elder Councilor Jegal Deok pointed his sword at the guard who stood in his path.
“You dare block my way? Do you wish to die?”
Despite the blade’s blue gleam pressing against his neck, the guard remained composed.
“No one may enter the Hall of Hidden Dragons without the Patriarch’s permission.”
“No one? You insolent wretch—who do you think I am?”
Jegal Deok’s rage shook his sword, and a bead of blood welled on the guard’s throat.
“Stand down.”
A heavy voice rang out from within the Hall.
“Uncle, please come inside.”
Only then did Jegal Deok withdraw his sword, glaring once at the guard as he stepped aside.
Inside the Hall, Patriarch Jegal Jin received him with courtesy.
“You might have sent word beforehand.”