“Let’s go, Ma-Ra. We have to leave.”0

“Mmm.”0

Ma-Ra made sure to cover the corpses again, while Woo-Moon gnashed his teeth in anger.0

It had been so nice to see Na Ban smiling mischievously and looking so young and bright for someone of his age as the sect master chased after him to get him to become a lay disciple.0

Na Ban had been a genuinely good man.0

To think he had died so cruelly, unable to protect his beloved disciples. How much it must have hurt!0

Just thinking about it almost made his blood flow in reverse.0

‘Just you wait, Martial Heaven. Just you wait.’0

Now that Woo-Moon had some time to breathe, he took out eight small glass bottles, each containing a single drop of Pure Stalactite Milk, from his sleeve and drank them one by one.0

Originally, as the Pure Stalactite Milk was impure, a person could only drink a single drop of it. However, as Woo-Moon had reached the Paragon realm, that limitation was no longer an issue; his body would process and eliminate the impurities.1

Half an hour later, Woo-Moon was rejuvenated by the qi he absorbed from the Pure Stalactite Milk.0

Then, he whispered a few words in Ma-Ra’s ear. She nodded, dropped Woo-Moon off, and disappeared.0

Woo-Moon waited for his pursuers at the narrow entrance of a closed-off ravine. It looked like a mountain pass at first sight, but once you entered, it was clear that the...0