Baek Yoonjun looked at Hyejin.

Hyejin was personally making bowls of honey water and distributing them to the people.

"Here is some honey water, older brother."

"Thank you, younger brother Hyejin."

Thinking back to yesterday's conversation, Hyejin surely knew Zhuge Hwaryeong's gender.

But looking at how he was treating her now, it seemed as if he didn't know at all.

'Why? Isn't it something he could easily use as a weakness?'

Of course, even if Baek Yoonjun caught someone's weakness, he didn't have the guts to use it.

But he was very puzzled because he knew that others were not like that.

'Is he biding his time?'

Due to Baek Yoonjun's homebody introvert nature, he couldn't think that he was keeping his mouth shut out of goodwill.

'Then what stance should I take? Should I stop it as a master? No. If it's not something very bad, wouldn't it be a good spectacle?'

Since he didn't have the guts to interfere anyway, Baek Yoonjun chose to be a bystander.

Baek Yoonjun watched the situation with some anticipation, but nothing special happened.

'Is it still too early?'

And so, after a time when nothing happened.

"Did you have a peaceful night?"

A man with a weary body came to greet Baek Yoonjun's party.

Perhaps because of what happened last night, the shadows under his eyes were five times darker.

'I feel sorry for no reason.'

Even though it wasn't something Baek Yoonjun had done, he felt a small sense of guilt.

'For now, it seems he doesn't know, so I should keep my mouth shut.'

But since he didn't have the guts to say it, he just kept his mouth shut.

"As you have already heard, we will introduce the members of the alliance to Zhongnan, and you all just need to stand behind our Taoist faction."

At the weary man's story, Baek Yoonjun recalled the story he had heard before.

'He said I just have to go there, stand behind the Taoists, and make appropriate remarks. Brother Zhang decided to do the talking.'

Since they had arranged the story in advance, all Baek Yoonjun had to do was go there and show his face.

This was the consideration of the Divine Monk, who knew that Baek Yoonjun disliked troublesome things, but.

'Phew, it's difficult. Really.'

The Divine Monk didn't know.

That Baek Yoonjun's self-esteem, contrary to his fame that was hitting the upper limit every day, was endlessly hitting a new low.

'Really, why did I have to come? Wouldn't it be no different if someone else came? They suddenly make a person the representative of the alliance. They make me go to such a burdensome place.'

Baek Yoonjun grumbled like crazy inside.

Of course, he couldn't say a word when the person in question was present.

In the end, the only thing Baek Yoonjun could do now was to pull his bamboo hat down low.

"We will escort you."

Following the lead of the weary man and several martial artists of Zhongnan, Baek Yoonjun's party moved.

To avoid being noticed as much as possible, Baek Yoonjun stealthily stood behind Hyejin, who had the largest build here.

"Come here."

"Yes? Me, you mean?"

He beckoned Hong Yungae to come and stood him on his right.

At the very back stood Gu Wolju, who was not as good as Hyejin or Hong Yungae but had a fairly sturdy physique among the group.

Now, if he just blocked the left side, the absolute barrier that would block the gazes of others would be perfectly completed.

'It's a shame, but I can just put Brother Zhang on the left.'

But life doesn't always go as planned.

"What are you looking at?"

On Baek Yoonjun's left, Tang Yuhwa stood as if it were natural.

Since Tang Yuhwa was very small, her height only reached Baek Yoonjun's chest, and naturally, the left side began to be exposed defenselessly to people's gazes.

'Why this brat?! The brat who usually reads my mind so well!!'

Baek Yoonjun grumbled like crazy inside, but naturally, he couldn't say it out loud.

The water was already spilled.

Baek Yoonjun's party was already moving, following the martial artists of Zhongnan.

It was so grand that a huge crowd had parted to the left and right and was looking at Baek Yoonjun's party.

Baek Yoonjun wanted to dig the ground and get out of this place right away.

To such a Baek Yoonjun, Tang Yuhwa came closer and whispered.

"Master."

"What is it?"

"Over there."

Following Tang Yuhwa's fingertip, Baek Yoonjun moved his gaze and found a man with a long face.

"Why that person?"

"Doesn't that person look like an eggplant?"

At Tang Yuhwa's words, Baek Yoonjun looked at the man with the long face again.

Indeed, his face color was bluish, so he did look like an eggplant.

"That's true."

"Right? And what would be around an eggplant?"

At Tang Yuhwa's question, Baek Yoonjun fell into deep thought.

In his mind, a market with piles of eggplants for sale or an eggplant field with numerous eggplants lined up came to mind.

"Eggplants?"

"That's right."

At the answer Baek Yoonjun had unconsciously uttered, Tang Yuhwa nodded and continued.

"Around an eggplant, there are eggplants. Then aren't all the people around that eggplant also eggplants?"

At Tang Yuhwa's words, Baek Yoonjun turned his gaze back to the eggplant man.

As they say, birds of a feather flock together, and for some reason, people who resembled eggplants were gathered around the eggplant man.

And perhaps because of Tang Yuhwa's words just now, even the people around them began to look like eggplants.

"Around the eggplant, there are eggplants, and around them, there are eggplants."

Tang Yuhwa continued to speak in a very flat tone, as if reciting a poem.

"Master is not walking through a crowd, but through an eggplant field."

"Isn't that a bit of a stretch?"

Although Baek Yoonjun refuted Tang Yuhwa's words, perhaps because of the words he had already heard, the huge crowd began to look like eggplants.

'This is an eggplant field. If it's a matter of walking through an eggplant field, it's not burdensome.'

Since thinking that way was more comfortable, he listened to Tang Yuhwa's words and kept muttering to himself.

At that, the crowd now really began to look like eggplants.

It seemed Baek Yoonjun had pioneered a new talent, the realm of self-hypnosis.

'It's comfortable.'

Baek Yoonjun felt comfortable.

In this state, he felt he could walk proudly even without his bamboo hat.

"Are you a little more comfortable now?"

Tang Yuhwa's words came to such a Baek Yoonjun's ear.

Baek Yoonjun smiled slightly and nodded his head.

"Thank you."

"What's there to thank me for. I know all about how timid you are, Master."

Feeling very grateful to Tang Yuhwa, Baek Yoonjun.

'I raised one disciple well.'

He even praised himself inwardly, which was a rare sight.

Perhaps because his mood had improved, he even unconsciously muttered to himself.

"Hmm, it's a bit withered."

It was interesting that the state of the eggplants was all different.

"That one over there is growing well."

A martial artist of Zhongnan heard that and admired, 'Oh! To compare the determination of martial arts to the earth! As expected of the White Robed Sword Immortal!' but.

'That eggplant looks noisy.'

The sound of the eggplant did not reach Baek Yoonjun.

And so, to the ears of Baek Yoonjun, who was moving with a lightened step.

"By the way, what's in that bundle?"

Tang Yuhwa's words were heard again.

The identity of the bundle was, of course, the bundle containing the items that Zhuge Wuhyun had stolen from Zhongnan, and since it was unsettling to leave it anywhere, he had brought it with him.

'What should I say this is?'

At Tang Yuhwa's question, Baek Yoonjun's composure collapsed.

The huge crowd that had looked like eggplants until now was released and began to look like people.

'Agh! Damn it!! Why did that damn Zhuge Wuhyun steal this!!'

Baek Yoonjun's light steps became insanely heavy, and his body became so heavy that it felt as if it would sink into the ground at any moment.

Seeing that, Tang Yuhwa.

"Sigh."

She let out a deep sigh, rummaged through her clothes, took something out, and held it out to Baek Yoonjun.

"Master, here."

"This is?"

What Baek Yoonjun received was a long black cloth.

Baek Yoonjun reluctantly accepted the cloth, which looked just right to be wrapped around the eyes.

"Wouldn't it be a little better if you covered your eyes?"

As Baek Yoonjun had expected, it seemed to be an eye patch for covering the eyes.

Baek Yoonjun immediately put on the eye patch.

At that, naturally, he couldn't see in front of him.

'Oh! This is good?'

Since he couldn't see, Baek Yoonjun, whose mind had become much more at ease, took a light step.

Since Baek Yoonjun had already reached a considerable level of martial arts, it seemed there was no problem in walking even with his eyes covered and without spreading his senses.

But.

'What if I miss my step while walking without looking?'

The nature of an extreme homebody introvert immediately made him think of negative thoughts.

Due to that, just before Baek Yoonjun's steps became unstable.

A small warmth wrapped around his hand.

"Master, you can walk well even with your eyes covered, so why are you like this?"

The identity of the small warmth was, of course, Tang Yuhwa's hand.

"I'll hold your hand, so walk normally."

Just by Tang Yuhwa holding his hand, Baek Yoonjun's gait became stable.

Thanks to that, he was able to continue walking without any trouble in the midst of the huge crowd.

"We have arrived."

He was able to arrive safely at the Zhongnan Sect.

"But why is the White Robed Sword Immortal wearing an eye patch?"

The weary man, who had finished the guidance safely, asked towards Baek Yoonjun, who was wearing an eye patch.

Naturally, Baek Yoonjun, an extreme homebody introvert, could not answer.

"The Immortal sees what we cannot see and thinks what we cannot think. There must be a meaning to everything, so do not try to know."

Fortunately, Gu Wolju stepped forward and answered the weary man's question.

'What on earth is he seeing and thinking? Anyway, I'm saved, so let's be quiet.'

Baek Yoonjun was relieved inside.

"Is... that so?"

Although the weary man was also very reluctant, fortunately, he didn't say anything else.

And so, Baek Yoonjun's party was guided to a large training ground in the middle of the Zhongnan Sect.

Although Baek Yoonjun, with his eyes covered, could not see, numerous martial artists of Zhongnan were divided into two factions and were confronting each other there.

Among them, Baek Yoonjun's party, who was guided to where the Taoists were, took a seat in the seats prepared in the middle of their faction.

Baek Yoonjun, with his eyes covered, sat in the middle of it without realizing it, and next to him, Tang Yuhwa took a seat.

Naturally, Baek Yoonjun's party, who had suddenly appeared, attracted a lot of attention from the surroundings, but.

'It's comfortable because I can't see.'

It was none of Baek Yoonjun's business, who had his eyes covered.

"Who are those people?"

"These are the people who will prove that the roots of our Zhongnan are based on Taoism."

Although the story was continuously progressing around him, Baek Yoonjun, since his eyes were covered, also closed his ears and minimized his senses, isolating himself.

'When will it end?'

Baek Yoonjun was sitting there in a posture like a student listening to the vice principal's admonition in the playground.

While Baek Yoonjun was isolating himself, the figure who seemed to be the leader of the military faction and the weary man were confronting each other.

"Who are these people?"

The leader of the military faction, whose angular mustache was impressive, asked, looking at Baek Yoonjun's party with displeasure.

The weary man answered that question, his eyes shining sharply.

"These are the members of the alliance who stopped the disaster of Shaolin caused by the previous alliance and are creating a new wind in the Central Plains."

Although the weary man looked very tired, his voice was full of confidence.

-Then that's the place where the White Robed Sword Immortal, who is said to have defeated the former Alliance Leader single-handedly, is?!

-I heard that the former Alliance Leader's martial arts reached the heavens.

-They all look extraordinary.

-I don't know what that man with the covered eyes is...

In fact, thanks to the weary man's words, the audience became noisy.

The mustache man from the military faction also showed a briefly flustered appearance.

But the mustache man immediately regained his composure.

"The alliance... that's good."

The corner of the mustache man's mouth went up slightly.

"Our side has also invited a guest to prove our tradition."

As the man beckoned, a group of martial artists appeared from the opposite side of Baek Yoonjun's party.

A group of martial artists dressed in blue martial arts uniforms and armor, reminiscent of an army.

"If your side called the alliance, our side has invited the Martial Alliance."

The mustache man introduced the martial artists of the Martial Alliance with a voice full of confidence.

-The Alliance?

-You mean the Martial Alliance?

-Hah, we've been ignoring the Martial Alliance's invitation to join until now, but to bring them in now!

The audience became noisy once again.

The martial artists of the Martial Alliance appeared on the opposite side of Baek Yoonjun's party and took their seats.

Even when all sides became noisy like that, Baek Yoonjun, with his eyes covered and ears closed, was immersed in his own thoughts.

'When can I go home?'

Baek Yoonjun just wanted to go home.

This time, when he went home, he was thinking of being cooped up in a corner of his room and not coming out.

"To bring in the Alliance, this is going to be a headache."

Breaking Baek Yoonjun's thoughts, Zhang Sanfeng carefully spoke to him.

Waking up from his thoughts and returning to reality, Baek Yoonjun was annoyed at having to face reality, but.

'He doesn't have any bad intentions.'

Since he didn't have the guts to get angry at others, he quietly asked.

"The Alliance? You mean the Martial Alliance?"

"Yes. There is only one Martial Alliance."

Hearing that the Martial Alliance had intervened, Baek Yoonjun grumbled inside.

'Aren't those guys tired of it? It hasn't been long since they caused that mess in Shaolin, so why are they popping out again?'

At this point, it became difficult for Baek Yoonjun to just keep his ears closed.

(End of Chapter)