Taking Stock of Himself

In a secluded corner of the palace, Ironwood, lost in his memories, finally came back to his senses after a long while.

Back then, because he wanted to avenge his older brother, he had chosen to trust the words of that mysterious figure and join the Divine Cult he had spoken of.

When he thought of the price he had paid and everything he had experienced after successfully joining the Divine Cult, he deeply understood that he had already stepped onto an extremely dangerous road.

Now, not only might he fail to avenge his brother, but he himself could die and vanish at any moment.

That was why, when Ye Yun had repeatedly provoked him, he had so desperately wanted to duel him.

Whether or not he could kill Ye Yun, even if he ultimately died at Ye Yun's hands, he would have no regrets.

Yet he had never expected that, at the critical moment when a thousand pounds hung by a single hair, he would be interrupted by that mysterious figure from back then—the current Fourth Elder.

With his life and death no longer in his own hands, Ironwood ultimately chose to submit.

"Just wait. One day, I'll make every person who has bullied me understand what it feels like to beg for life but be unable to live, to beg for death but be unable to die," Ironwood muttered softly.

Meanwhile, Ye Yun, waiting in the pavilion, began taking stock of himself.

At present, his most commonly used offensive method was the Ninefold Waves Fist Art. Of course, he had not limited himself to fist techniques.

As long as it could be used against an enemy, even if someone handed him a long whip, he could wield it just the same. He simply preferred using his fists.