The man from Mulung, who had been patiently waiting while I chatted with my senior master from my past life, stepped forward with a delighted expression.
“Left Guardian, I didn’t think we’d ever be entangled in the affairs of Jianghu together, but it’s a pleasure to meet you . To exaggerate a bit—it’s an honor. I get a chance to fight with a top expert from the Demonic Cult.”
I looked at the expression on Mulungja’s face. So many of his disciples had died—what exactly was making him so happy? His face showed nothing but genuine joy, which left me puzzled. There aren’t many martial artists in Jianghu who would be pleased to fight the Sword Demon.
What kind of confidence was this?
The Sword Demon glared at Mulungja and responded.
“Old man, hearing you say that, it’s an honor for me as well.”
Mulungja chuckled and then looked toward the Drunk and the Lecher.
“Fortunately, the matchups are fair. You two—who are you? Let’s be clear from the start about who’ll be killing whom, and who’ll be killed.”
The Drunk introduced himself.
“Just know me as the last disciple of the Six Harmonies Sect.”
“Oh, so you were the mad avenger known as Master Yukhap. A pleasure.”
The Drunk snorted. The Lecher, locking eyes with Mulungja, opened his mouth.
“I’m the Se—of Baek Eung-ji’s—what are you looking at?”
Everyone present stared at the Lecher.
Realizing he had blurted out something awkward under some kind of psychological pressure, he quickly tried to shift the topic.
But I introduced him instead.
“He’s the Sex Demon of Baek Eung-ji.”
Behind me, my senior master muttered.
“Ah, full of problems.”
The Lecher glared at him.