The disciples and grand-disciples of his fellow disciples were not his concern.

But among them, a few remained in his memory.

For example, those who had raised Mount Hua’s name five years ago.

The one called the strongest among the promising young talents, who had even stood a step above the geniuses of Wudang and Shaolin.

Jeongyang recalled that today was the day Eun Jeong’s closed-door training ended.

“...It is the day one strange fellow comes out, I suppose.”

“A strange fellow?”

The Young Cult Leader narrowed his eyes.

Then, still perched on the railing, he looked toward Flower-Haze Hall in the distance.

“Yes. His personality is strange, and so is the way he speaks. I acknowledge his swordsmanship, at least.”

“Now that does make me curious.”

“Surely you are not going to rush over there and start cutting people down?”

Seeing the anxiety in Jeongyang’s eyes, the Young Cult Leader burst into laughter.

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Chapter 142

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