“...Did you really offer the kids the option to cultivate demonic arts?” Bang Jin-Hun asked.

Kang Jin-Ho replied nonchalantly. “Yes.”

Bang Jin-Hun couldn't help but frown at that unperturbed attitude.

'Still, demonic arts...?'

The difference between merely knowing something and actually experiencing it could be sizable. Absolutely humongous in some cases. Bang Jin-Hun was fully aware of Kang Jin-Ho being a demonic cultivator. However, he still couldn't help but be taken aback whenever the truth was shoved in his face like this.

And Kang Jin-Ho didn't help things either by not matching the image of a demonic cultivator. Anyone who had spent any amount of time with him would easily forget that he was a terrifying demonic cultivator.

“Will it be alright?” Bang Jin-Hun asked again, his voice tinged with worry. Of course, he believed Kang Jin-Ho wouldn't be irresponsible enough to show the younger generation martial artists the demonic arts without a plan. Well, the 'Kang Jin-Ho' Bang Jin-Hun knew wasn't really a reckless person, after all.

Even if Kang Jin-Ho's actions seemed reckless and spur-of-the-moment, his calculations and schemes had been informing his decisions until now.

“Yes, it will be fine,” Kang Jin-Ho replied in his usual cool, unperturbed manner.

However, that was still not enough to assuage Bang Jin-Hun's anxiousness.

'Demonic arts...'

Bang Jin-Hun only knew demonic arts as a way to enhance a martial artist's cultivation by a great deal in a relatively short period but at the cost of one's humanity. If it hadn't been for Kang Jin-Ho's existence, Bang...