The conference hall was momentarily in an uproar at the sight of Moyong Sowol entering through the door.

Her appearance itself was surprising, but the martial artists carrying the banner embroidered with the character “血” (blood) were also not to be taken lightly.

Among the four military forces of the Demon Cult, only three were openly active.

The Blood Flow Thousand Wolves Corps was the one that was hidden and thoroughly carried out the orders of only the Hyuk family, in other words, the Cult Leader.

Composed of only 200 members, each of them was the absolute top master of the Demon Cult, a military force.

They alone could easily crush a sect and have plenty to spare, the ultimate masters.

Joo Jonghak, the owner of the Blood Soaked Joo clan, who appeared behind her. At his appearance, the murmur of the Demon Cult momentarily subsided.

Joo Jonghak quickly scanned the crowd, then bowed and whispered something softly into Moyong Sowol’s ear.

Moyong Sowol, with her eyes slightly lowered, quietly listened to his words and nodded.

She entered and approached the head table of the Demon Cult’s side. She lightly smiled at Man Do, who was quietly bowing, and took her seat.

The stiff atmosphere settled down at her appearance.

The murmur subsided, and Moyong Sowol slowly looked around. She threw a glance at Shin Hohyeol and smiled brightly.

“Were you surprised?”

Moyong Sowol made a strange smile as if enjoying his reaction. The personnel from the Righteous Sect, who didn’t properly grasp the situation, stared blankly at Moyong Sowol and discussed among themselves what was going on.

In the meantime, Moyong Sowol turned her head and glanced at Moyong Geum, who was sitting on the Righteous Sect’s side.

“It’s been a while. Have you been well, Elder Geum?”

“Oh, of course…”

His mouth, which was about to naturally look down on her as always, suddenly closed. The surrounding gazes were drawn.

Moyong Geum realized that the woman sitting in front of him now wasn’t the daughter of the Moyong clan that he knew.

She was the wife of the Young Cult Leader of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult in name and reality. Moyong Geum forcibly relaxed his expression and managed to open his mouth.

“Of course, Young Madam.”

Moyong Sowol lightly smiled.

“You can speak comfortably. You are an elder of my family, after all.”

“Haha, how could I do that? Now that you have become the Young Madam of the Demon Cult, it is right to show the courtesy befitting that position. Isn’t that right?”

He looked around and nodded his head as if urging others to quickly agree with his opinion. At his gaze, the Righteous Sect elders nodded in agreement with Moyong Geum’s opinion with displeased faces.

Moyong Sowol calmly observed their reactions and this time looked at Namgoong Danghwi. He met Moyong Sowol’s gaze.

Moyong Sowol stared intently at his eyes and slowly opened her mouth.

“Now that I have come out, are you willing to have a conversation?”

“What? No… Pardon?”

Moyong Sowol lightly rubbed her cheek with her palm and continued.

“I heard that you demanded to bring someone suitable for this conversation. However, the Cult Leader is not taking action in this matter, and the Young Cult Leader is busy, so I was the only one who could come out… So, are you satisfied?”

“…”

At her words, Namgoong Danghwi rolled his eyes instead of giving an answer.

Moyong Sowol lifted the corners of her mouth in a slanted smile at his gaze that was urgently scanning somewhere.

“I’m glad you’re satisfied.”

As if there was no need to hear an answer, Moyong Sowol concluded the conversation without waiting.

Namgoong Danghwi’s face distorted for a moment at Moyong Sowol’s voice, but he couldn’t reveal it.

Namgoong Danghwi thought that even though the process was not ideal, the result was not bad if he had managed to bring Moyong Sowol here.

Shin Hohyeol also felt the same unpleasant feeling. The primary goal was to lure Moyong Sowol here.

Although he didn’t know what kind of whim or change of heart brought her here, he also decided to be satisfied with the fact that Moyong Sowol had come out.

Shin Hohyeol calmed the elders who were displeased with the fact that Moyong Sowol, who couldn’t use a single martial art, dared to sit above them, and smiled.

“It’s really fortunate that you came out like this. When I saw you yesterday, you said you wouldn’t come out… Haha! Was it your intention to surprise me? I feel like I’ve been tricked.”

At his soft and forceful voice, Moyong Sowol looked at him as if asking what kind of nonsense he was saying and bluntly replied.

“No.”

“Pardon?”

“Why did you think I lied to surprise Elder Shin Hohyeol?”

“That’s…”

Shin Hohyeol blankly looked at Moyong Sowol, who was reacting coldly to his words, and felt a fire ignite inside him.

‘That damn bloody bitch! How dare she try to make a fool of this old man? I’ll tear her apart!!’

He felt the urge to immediately rush out and rip out that slender neck, but he wasn’t clumsy enough to reveal such emotions.

Shin Hohyeol forcibly pulled the muscles of his stiff cheeks and smiled.

“Haha, I have a habit of thinking comfortably on my side as I get older. If the Young Madam was offended, please forgive me.”

To think that the head of the world-renowned Cliff Rivers Shin clan would be the first to ask for forgiveness. The people of the Demon Cult who were present widened their eyes in surprise.

Moyong Sowol stared at him intently, then turned her head away.

‘Damn bitch.’

Does it mean that she doesn’t even consider him worth responding to? Shin Hohyeol’s eyes flashed, but Moyong Sowol was indifferent.

She looked around the crowd, then extended her hand to Man Do, who was standing behind her.

Without even looking back, Man Do placed a scroll on the hand she held out. It was as if she was skillfully treating the Vice Cult Leader as her servant.

People focused on Moyong Sowol, thinking that they would be surprised several times today.

She unrolled the scroll that Man Do had handed her with a calm face and spoke softly.

“I heard that you demanded the return of all the lost martial arts of the Righteous Sect possessed by the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult. Is that correct?”

When her eyes met Namgoong Danghwi’s, his mouth reflexively opened.

At his affirming answer, Moyong Sowol nodded, rolled up the scroll again, placed it on the table, and clasped her hands.

Moyong Sowol kept silent for a moment as if organizing her thoughts, then spoke slowly.

“You also know that it’s an unreasonable and excessive demand, right?”

The one who responded to Moyong Sowol’s words was not Namgoong Danghwi, but Shin Hohyeol.

Moyong Sowol slowly turned to look at him and calmly opened her mouth.

“A close relationship?”

“Yes. We can’t keep antagonizing and fighting forever. So, it’s not bad to compromise on what we can compromise on as an opportunity for this matter.”

Shin Hohyeol thought he could persuade Moyong Sowol as much as he wanted. He had both justification and purpose.

Moreover, even though Moyong Sowol had now become the Young Madam of the Demon Cult, she was still a person from the Righteous Sect. The arm bends inward. And he could also shift that responsibility to her.

“Those are nice words. Stop the hostility and reconcile…”

Shin Hohyeol’s eyes flashed. Moyong Sowol muttered softly and raised her eyebrows.

“Then what will the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult receive?”

“What?”

“It’s not a childish fight, and it’s not a trivial and light matter that can be resolved with a handshake and an apology after exchanging a blow. If Elder Shin Hohyeol agrees to return all the martial arts books, I think the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult should also receive something in return.”

Moyong Sowol tilted her body slightly to the side and adjusted her posture.

Her lips seemed to pucker, then she smiled ambiguously.

“Don’t tell me, Elder Shin Hohyeol, you only thought about giving? It seems the Vice Cult Leader didn’t know much. I didn’t know the head of the Cliff Rivers Shin clan loved peace and was so benevolent.”

Shin Hohyeol’s face distorted.

His mouth quickly opened at her attitude that was clearly mocking him.

“Of course not. In relation to that, we intend to receive the return of martial arts books, gold and silk, and various treasured swords.”

“Gold and silk… treasured swords.”

Moyong Sowol repeated the end of his words, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and spoke again.

“How much do you think the value of martial arts is, Elder Shin Hohyeol? Especially the value of lost martial arts.”

“That’s…”

“I’m a bit puzzled. I can’t understand how Elder Shin Hohyeol, who has trained and trained for much longer than me, is willing to throw away all the lost martial arts books for just gold and treasured swords.”

Shin Hohyeol lost face several times today.

He felt his pride being shattered and spoke in a cold voice.

“Then what does the Young Madam think? Do you think we should reject the Murim Alliance’s proposal as it is?”

“That’s right.”

“What?”

Shin Hohyeol’s anger dissipated like dirt sprinkled on water at her attitude of smiling brightly at his words.

Moyong Sowol pushed the scroll to Namgoong Danghwi.

As soon as Namgoong Danghwi grabbed the rolling scroll with his hand, her voice flew.

“The Heavenly Demon Divine Cult has no intention of returning all the lost martial arts books. But if you want, a copy is possible. However, if you want to have that, I hope you return what the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult demands as well.”

“…What you demand?”

“The item that was stolen from the carriage the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult was transporting three hundred years ago. The treasure of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult that was discovered after five hundred years of tracking.”

The moment Namgoong Danghwi unrolled the scroll and saw what was inside, his face distorted.

“Return the Jade Seal of the Heavenly Venerate.”

The moment those words ended, rough voices erupted from the Righteous Sect’s side, saying it was absurd.

“Nonsense! The Jade Seal of the Heavenly Venerate is truly the property of Kunlun and the Righteous Sect! How dare you disguise it as the Demon Cult’s property? What kind of absurd nonsense is this!! This is an insult, an insult!!”

In the midst of the conference hall that had turned into a chaotic scene in an instant, Moyong Sowol was indifferent.

She leaned back, quietly looked at them, then slightly raised her head and glanced at Man Do.

He calmly nodded his head.

Moyong Sowol looked at the people again and opened her mouth.

“You don’t like it?”

“There’s no need to even discuss whether we like it or not! It’s not something we can agree to in the first place!”

The old monk of Kunlun widened his eyes and represented the opinion of the Righteous Sect.

Hearing his answer, Moyong Sowol lightly shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head as if she understood. Then she calmly replied.

“Then we don’t like it either.”