Since Your Voice Reached Me

The chilly atmosphere inside the inn might have been a moment of humiliation and rising fury for some, but for Yang Man-ho, at least, it was an extremely satisfying time.

Word of what happened here would spread quickly.

The heir of the Sword Saint Sect had denounced the Taecheon Alliance's arrogant insistence on looking after only its own safety and interests.

That was probably how it would be perceived.

There was no doubt the rumor would reach the Justice Alliance's ears.

If that happened, among the countless sects that had sought ties with the Justice Alliance, they would remember the Sword Saint Sect and his name as something special.

Yang Man-ho had already thought that far ahead as he acted.

He was that clever and calculating a man, capable of quickly judging what would benefit himself and his sect and then moving decisively.

And that was it.

He had provoked them enough...