Only then did Soyak rise from her seat and look at Eun Jeong.

He had already lost consciousness.

He was the sort of person who always pretended he was fine.

At a glance, he could seem reckless. Even foolish, perhaps...

But at his core, he was kind.

He never wanted to burden anyone with worry.

He never wanted his companions, his fellow disciples, or his juniors to worry about him.

Of course, he could have spared them that concern by simply not getting hurt in the first place.

But how could that be easy for someone who carried a sword through the martial world?

Soyak smiled bitterly and rolled up her sleeves.

Then she drew up her fully restored internal energy.

This was nothing like moments earlier, when she had poured out every last bit of strength and scraped bare the remnants left in her qi channels.

Power spilled from her in such abundance that her sleeves and hair billowed in graceful waves.

Jeonggang w...

Chapter 157

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