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Jae-Hyeok's clothes were more than just clothes. His white ceremonial robe was the ancestral attire of his Kang family. It represented his family's oldest roots, only to be worn on the most important of occasions.
Moreover, as the heir of his family, Jae-Hyeok had sworn never to defile the robe. Defiling it was akin to defiling his ancestors.
However, at this moment, Jae-Hyeok’s ceremonial robe was spattered with the blood of a sword demon.
Would his ancestors blame him?
No.
Not all blood was equal; the blood that touched him belonged to a man who’d stared death in the eyes to spare him, the Kangs’ heir, from doing the same.
Jin Seo-Yeon’s swordsmanship had been frighteningly swift and accurate—slipping through the gaps between her subordinates and striking like a snake amid reeds. Had Kwae Myeong-Su not blocked Jin Seo-Yeon’s blade, Jae-Hyeok would’ve lost an arm before he could react.
“Kwae Myeong-Su…”
Jae-Hyeok hugged the top half of Kwae Myeong-Su to his chest, not letting him fall.
Having witnessed the ultimate sword path before death, Kwae Myeong-Su's expression was frozen into a subtle smile. One might’ve thought he'd...
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