When Eunsong sent all the disciples away.

One person alone.

Only Cheonjeong remained.

That was not something Eunsong had ordered.

“Cheonjeong, you should go back to Flower-Haze Hall as well...”

“Please tell me, Master. What on earth happened? What did you hear?”

Cheonjeong looked straight at Eunsong.

He was seventeen years old.

In the Nine Provinces of the martial world, seventeen was already an age at which one could be held responsible for one’s own choices.

It meant he was old enough to understand the weight of the sword in his hand.

He could not be absolved from any crime.

He could not be excused from any responsibility or duty.

That was why his choices were respected.

Eunsong silently wiped a hand over his dry face and swept his hair back.

Cheonjeong was young, but he was the Eldest Brother and the most trusted among the third-generation disciples.

No.

Could he even be called a “chil...

Chapter 128

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