"Father."

Wi Sohaeng supported the staggering figure of Wi Rip-san, who looked as if he might collapse at any moment.

Although he wished he could lay him down to rest, this was a battlefield. For the sake of the Hwayeongmun warriors, who were standing firm on trembling legs, Wi Rip-san could not afford to fall just yet.

"…Sohaeng."

"Father, I’ve arrived… the Dojang has…"

"I see."