As the factions of Jullak Castle and Gangpaecheon faced off, a clear division appeared.

If a transcendent martial artist had to die and offer their heart, then at the very least, it wouldn’t be one of their own!
Both evil sects agreed on this point.

Convincing an elite martial artist of their rank would have been possible with a bit of persuasion, but a transcendent master?
They were the cornerstone of their sects, whether young and full of potential or old and experienced veterans.

The night was pitch black, with only the flickering of torches casting wild shadows.