Understanding the meaning of that look, Namgung Ryeo lightly waved her hand and ran toward Danmokbi.

“Yes, yes, I’m going. I’m going! Namgung Ryeo, enter the scene!”

With that, she lifted her arm like a person skilled in martial arts.

Contrary to her elegant appearance, the vigor emanating from her tightly clenched fist was extraordinary.

Watching her refreshing side profile, Jegal Min tilted his head.

‘Does Namgung Ryeo have some story too?’

Though curious for a moment, Jegal Min shook his head to dismiss the thought.

He was curious, but now was not the time to ask.

(This is a time separator.)

It was the first time anyone had breached the Blood Cult’s headquarters. Most were caught in traps even before ascending the mountain.

So, the inside of the Blood Cult was in chaos.

“What’s going on?”

“An intruder has appeared!”

“Hurry and run out.”

“Make sure to lock up properly so the prisoners don’t escape.”

It was natural, but inside the Blood Cult, there were many prisoners brought for human sacrifices and experiments, besides Jegal Yeon.

Pushing through the noisy crowd, Blood Cult Leader Hyuk, wearing a flamboyant red robe with fancy tassels, walked out proudly.

“You’ve finally come.”

“Leader!”

There were many in the Blood Cult who had heard of Blood Cult Leader Hyuk’s name but had not met him properly. So seeing him walk out without hiding his aura, how inspiring it must have been.

Pushing aside people who bowed their heads as if paying homage to an emperor, Blood Cult Leader Hyuk firmly tied his sleeves.

“I will go personally.”

At Blood Cult Leader Hyuk’s words, Heukpoong, who could be called his righthand man, bowed his head.

“We can handle this ourselves.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you.”

Blood Cult Leader Hyuk’s eyes sparkled like flames. The deep, unabated killing intent poured out from his body like fog.

“I want to bring him alive.”

It was Danmokbi.

‘If I drag that guy in front of me, the fatty will realize how much stronger I am.’

Strength doesn’t earn other people’s affection. But Blood Cult Leader Hyuk didn’t know that. He had lived his life repeatedly hearing that only power mattered.

He thought of Jegal Yeon, whose heart would also turn towards him, and walked away confidently.

“Let’s go.”

“Your command!!”

Dozens of people following Blood Cult Leader Hyuk looked incredibly cool.

But where there are strong people, there are also weak ones doing menial tasks.
The slender man, rubbing his hands, spoke to the last Blood Brotherhood member to follow the blood vessel.

“I’ve peeled all the potatoes.”

“What do I care! Is now the time for that?”

“Ugh.”

The Blood Brotherhood member pushed the slender man in anger, and then seemed a little sorry, and commanded in a much gentler tone.

“Prepare the bath water. The master will want to bathe as soon as he returns.”

“Yes, may you be victorious!”

It was an unimaginable command to lose. The slender man hurried to the main building with his head tilted as if marching.

But his back seemed to straighten more and more, and by the time he reached the main building, it was completely straight. His eyes, which had seemed clouded as if afflicted with cataracts, had a clear glint in them.

He was Danmokchang.

The reason he, who had started later than Danmokbi, could sneak into the Blood Brotherhood faster was nothing other than the fact that the subordinate who had tried to help Danmoksoo and seal the deity had managed to avoid Danmokbi’s grasp and was staying in the Blood Brotherhood.

‘It was fortunate that my father was in touch with that person again.’

When Danmokchang said that he would somehow seduce Jegalyeon, Danmoksoo introduced him to the man, who had easily disguised Danmokchang as a worker and let him in.

Danmokchang had memorized the entire structure of the Blood Brotherhood even though he had only stayed for a few days. He was not originally a dull person, having become lethargic from the abuse of his childhood.

‘They’ve kept this building offlimits to common laborers like us.’

The reason for even blocking the entry of workers could only lead to one conclusion.

‘Yeona must be here.’

The main building was a fortresslike place where even shadow warriors hid, a place that could never be approached easily, but today it was as quiet as the sound of a mouse’s footsteps.

‘It seems all the guards have gone to fend off the invaders.’

That made sense. Danmokbi was undoubtedly strong.

Suddenly, he felt guilty about sneaking in like a rat to build power by himself. However, Danmokchang shook his head to get rid of such thoughts.

‘Sorry to Bi, but the most important thing right now is to save Yeona.’

Reassuring himself, Danmokchang walked down the hallway. After some time, he stood in front of the room at the end of the hallway. He had a hunch that she was in this room.

Danmokchang took a few deep breaths. The ragged clothes he wore for his disguise bothered him unnecessarily. He opened the door and asked,

“Jegal Sojeo, are you there?”

“Young master?”

Jegalyeon, who had been sitting hunched on the bed, lifted her head. A pale face peered at him from between her long, disheveled black hair.

“……Danmoksohyeop.”

He always found this moment most painful, when she searched for Danmokbi in him and quickly found disappointment.

“Yes, I’m here.”

Despite that, Danmokchang smiled. It was okay that she only looked for Danmokbi’s shadow in him.