Munseok Is Working Hard, Isn't He?

I immediately descended the mountain and ran straight to Hunan City.

Then, I naturally went down into the familiar basement of the now-familiar building.

“Munseok-aemon - !!”

“Munseok-aemon… I don’t know what that means, but it’s a rather annoying title…”

There, Munseok greeted me with a slightly fed-up expression.

It might be annoying to Munseok, but the nickname Munseok-aemon was truly fitting. Haomun, a Sect made up of all sorts of things and people gathered together, was a truly omnipotent existence in the Martial Arts World.

Munseok let out a sigh and asked me.

“I was actually just thinking about going up the mountain because I was worried. Was the matter… resolved well?”

Munseok’s expression was full of worry. Even though he spoke gruffly, he must have been genuinely worried about me.

“Somehow… I managed to handle it well enough. But the problem is the aftermath.”...