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The city of Yunseo in the Old Murim on the Fifth Floor was shrouded in a faint mist all year round, thanks to its terrain, where mountain slopes met waterways.

At dawn, white mist drifted through the alleys and between tiled roofs, and even when the sun reached its zenith, a chilly shadow lingered somewhere in the city.

Originally, Yunseo City wasn't a flashy or bustling city for its size.

People called it a city of dignity, though.

In truth, it was simply that merchants, taverns, and brothels weren't allowed to set up shop there.

Martial artists naturally gathered there after the Namgung Clan established itself.

Yunseo City wasn't a tourist or commercial city; it was a place where martial artists gathered to train.

Put simply, it was packed with men who drew their swords at the slightest brush of shoulders.

“Haa.”

When I stuck my head out of the carriage, the dampness peculiar to the bushes and mist moistened my skin...