Bang Jin-Hun continued. "Forgive me if I'm late. You said two days, but that was slightly too vague for me to be sure, you see."

Kang Jin-Ho remained still as he replied, “Let's say you're not late.”

"I'm relieved to hear that. May I make a suggestion? This place isn't suitable for a conversation, so how about I treat you to a cup of coffee?" Bang Jin-Hun spoke with an impressive easy-going demeanor. Kang Jin-Ho quietly studied Bang Jin-Hun before nodding away. An even deeper grin formed on Bang Jin-Hun's lips. "My car is over on that side. Allow me to guide you to a cozy little cafe I know."

Kang Jin-Ho unhesitantly accepted Bang Jin-Hun's offer. As the duo headed toward the waiting car, Kang Jin-Ho sensed a strong fighting spirit emanating from Bang Jin-Hun walking ahead. In addition, there was also confidence tinged with a hint of arrogance.

A faint grin unknowingly formed on Kang Jin-Ho's lips.

This man was indeed a martial artist—a cultivator. The first proper cultivator Kang Jin-Ho met after returning to the modern era.

Martial artists like Bang Jin-Hun were dime-a-dozen back in Zhongyuan but in the modern era? All Kang Jin-Ho saw were folks who claimed to be martial artists. None of them possessed the right demeanor.

'If I'm being technical, he's like a lay disciple, isn't he?'

Rather than the air of someone from the strict Nine Sects, Bang Jin-Hun came across as more like a man from one of the Five Clans with less uptight rules. All those acknowledged by such Clans carried...