I hurried after Gubong as he rushed out.
We exited the alley we’d entered earlier and returned to the bright main street.
When we left that behind at a brisk pace, a much wider space came into view.
A plaza?
There was a statue of something I couldn’t identify, and in a circle, something like a pond had been made.
Finding it curious, Gu Yangcheon stared at it quietly.
“Over there.”
At the disciple’s words, Gubong, his face drawn tight, strode ahead.
I followed his gaze.
“This makes no sense!”
I heard a commotion up ahead.
“Suddenly saying you’ll raise the price? That’s not what the contract says.”
Who was shouting like that?
Looking toward the sound, I saw several people in familiar martial robes.
They were Mount Hua Sect clothes, the same uniform Gubong was wearing.
And in front of them—
“How dare some lowly thing raise its voice.”
There was a guy sneering at a disciple with his hands clasped behind his back.
He had pure white hair flowing down to his back, a fairly large build, and sure enough, beast ears.
Judging by the look of him,…