18 Cha Hae-in

At the end of the stairs was a huge gate.

The wooden gate was so huge that he felt like he was staring at the entrance of the Heavenly Palace.

He found a training hall and countless medium-sized huts inside.

The size was considerable as expected of Asia's greatest swordsman, but something about the atmosphere gave it a calming feeling overall.

Of course, it was nothing compared to the size of the Scavenger Guild's Headquarters.

There was no trace of modern civilization whatsoever.

It felt as if he had time travelled back to the past.

"Please come inside. The Sword Saint is waiting."

Where the swordmaster resided was at the very centre of the courtyard. With a beautifully gardened pavement leading towards it. The sakura trees by the side gave it a very serene yet picturesque image. Perseus felt like he was looking at a painting.

The building itself was not extravagant nor overly luxurious. It just looked like a normal hanok house. Perseus, who had only seen glamorous and fancy things, got a very plain impression from it.

"Everyone else, please wait patiently at a different location," Cha Min-gun said.

James looked at Perseus, waiting for his orders..

It would have been reassuring if he could have James nearby, but it was a situation where he couldn't do anything about. It would be disrespectful to both the Sword Saint and the Cha Clan members if he were to bring his Royal Guards into their private courtyard.

When James saw Perseus giving him a nod, he signalled for the other bodyguards to withdraw, and followed suit soon after.

'How stressful…'

Because it was not just anybody, but the Sword Saint himself.

Once everyone, including Cha Min-gun, left the courtyard, Perseus slowly approached the entrance door. After a small breath, he opened the door and walked inside.

The Sword Saint was seen meditating in his seat. He hadn't aged much despite being 65 this year and looked more to his early 50s. His strong build, although incomparable to Thomas Andre, was still very impressive, and gave Perseus a very stable impression. The Sword Saint was akin to an immovable mountain. stable and calm at the same time.

The Sword Saint exuded great bouts of pressure. His mere existence dominated the entire room.

Suddenly, an enormous pressure washed over his entire body. But Perseus was already expecting it to happen… It is a classic move often seen in cultivation novels where a master applies pressure and qi to evaluate their opponents and determine their potential.

That exact scene was unfolding right before Perseus' very eyes; because he had expected the event, he didn't receive much of a shock. Bearing the Sword Saint's pressure wasn't too difficult either. It was similar to trying to breathe after running while wearing a mask.

'You're responding in a dignified demeanour that is humble, yet not servile, Perseus.'

Showing a servile attitude in front of such a warrior was simply not allowed. The strong respect the strong. And if he appeared weak-minded or afraid, what awaited him was contempt from both the Sword Saint and Cha Hae-in. Undeterred, Perseus kept his back straight and looked calm.

The pressure faded soon enough. It seemed like he passed the test.

Perseus and the Sword Saint made eye contact.

Just as Perseus was about to greet the Sword Saint, he heard a knocking sound outside.

Knock, knock!

"Grandfather, it's Hae-in. I'm coming in."

The door opened and Cha Hae-in came inside.

Perseus looked at Cha Hae-in.

She looked like she had just walked out from an oriental painting.

She has an especially voluptuous body and a head full of luminous gold-coloured hair. It was trimmed perfectly, barely reaching past her slender neck. She seemed to be dressed in a special layer of soft, redish leather that tightly clung to her body. Every outline her clothes drew on her body was perfect to the point of being stifling. Her bottom and bosom were tall and swelled, her waist as delicate as a willow. No matter where one's eyes touched, no matter which inch was seen, it was so alluring that it would cause one's soul to go limp.

Her lips are tender and seem as though they are cherry blossom petals glittering in the light. The slight curve of those lips was not the gentle kind of beautiful, but somewhat cold. Her exquisite chin resembled carved jade. Her neck is dreamily white and seems to be covered in a powder made of snow. Nobody would dare believe that there would be such flawless jade like skin existing in this world.

She possessed a charm that made one's chest throb.

'I have good taste indeed.'

She was simply a woman who had everything.

Bonus Chapter: 1/1

A/N: Thanks for 300 power stones. I'm really thankful to y'all.

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