CLS-Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Wei San-ho looked at his father getting out of the carriage and asked in bewilderment:

“Why are you getting out of that carriage?”

Did his father somehow join the Hao Clan without him knowing?

Why would Wei Jeong-han be getting out of a carriage driven by the Hao Clan leader’s right-hand man?

“…Things turned out that way. But more importantly, why are you here?”

“Then why are you here, Father?”

“I came looking for Yan-ho.”

“I also came looking for Yan-ho.”

The two looked at each other, then turned their heads to look at those standing beside them.

“Why is that person…?”

“That beggar is…?”

After looking at those beside them, they spoke again.

“She’s the Hao Clan leader’s daughter.”

“He’s the Little Beggar of the Beggar’s Sect.”

“……”

“……”

As expected of father and son, they were acting exactly the same way.

“Ahem.”

Wei Jeong-han cleared his throat loudly and asked:

“So where is Yan-ho?”

“…He left a while ago.”

“Left? Left?”

“Yes. I just heard about it – he departed on a journey a few days ago.”

“Where to?”

“That’s not clear…”

Suddenly, Wei Jeong-han’s expression became as if he’d seen a ghost as he turned around.

Step.

Step.

Han Sang-ah was getting out of the carriage with the face of a demon.

“Sang-ah, that’s not what I meant…”

“I….”

Han Sang-ah spoke quietly with a face twisted like an evil spirit:

“Said to hurry up.”

Wei Jeong-han stiffened like ice and slowly backed away behind Wei San-ho.

“San-ho.”

“Yes.”

“Save me.”

Wei San-ho let out a deep sigh. It had been quite a while since they’d met, but his father hadn’t changed one bit.

“I greet you, Mother.”

When San-ho bowed deeply, Han Sang-ah’s frozen expression immediately softened.

“You came looking for Yan-ho. My son, you must have suffered so much.”

“Not at all.”

“Look at your haggard face. How could this handsome face become so gaunt?”

“Sang-ah, my face is also a bit haggard…”

“That’s probably just from aging.”

“……”

As Wei Jeong-han shrank into a corner, Han Sang-ah took Wei San-ho’s hand.

“Still, it’s fortunate that you discovered traces of Yan-ho. You must have had so much emotional suffering during this time.”

“Not at all, Mother.”

Wei San-ho felt unnecessarily sorry.

When Wei Yan-ho disappeared, the person who must have been most heartbroken was undoubtedly Han Sang-ah. But Han Sang-ah had never once blamed him until now. Instead, he could feel her trying to treat him exactly the same as before.

Even though her elder son had forcibly dragged his younger brother out of the house and lost him, she had never once blamed him for it.

And now she was actually comforting Wei San-ho instead.

“Ahem, I also had emotional suffering…”

“It’s too annoying to get angry at every little thing, so let’s talk about it later.”

“…Let’s do that.”

Wei San-ho looked at Mo San-ah and bowed his head.

“Good to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you again, Young Hero Wi.”

Wei Jeong-han tilted his head.

“Have we met before?”

“I guess I didn’t mention it. She came to find me before you did, Great Hero Wi.”

“Really?”

Wei Jeong-han nodded.

“San-ho.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Well, for now…”

Wei Jeong-han scratched his head.

“We’ve come this far, but now that Yan-ho has already left, I don’t know what we should do.”

“I’m also confused right now.”

For someone claiming to be confused, his expression showed far too little emotion, but Wei Jeong-han had nothing to say since that’s what he claimed.

“Let’s find an inn first. We’ll need time to gather information.”

“I’ll look into it right away.”

At that moment, a young boy burst out from inside the gate.

The boy looked over Wei Jeong-han’s group thoroughly, then bowed his head deeply.

“I heard you are the family members of Young Master Wei Yan-ho. This humble one has received great kindness from Young Master Wei Yan-ho, so it would be an honor if you would allow me to host the family members, even briefly.”

“Eh?”

Wei Jeong-han asked with a puzzled face:

“Who are you, young hero?”

“I am Jin So-ah, the hall master of Sacred Hand Hall.”

“Hall master?”

Wei Jeong-han looked over Jin So-ah again.

He could understand this young boy being a hall master. Age wasn’t particularly important.

But he couldn’t understand at all the claim about receiving kindness from Wei Yan-ho. Wei Yan-ho wasn’t someone who would harm others, but he was even less someone who would bestow kindness on others.

But to have received kindness from Wei Yan-ho?

What on earth would you have to do to receive kindness from that lazy bum?

“A con artist?”

“Shut that mouth of yours, you fool!”

When Han Sang-ah shouted loudly, Wei Jeong-han flinched and pulled his neck in like a turtle.

“You’re definitely Young Master Wi’s family.”

Looking at the father, you could tell the son – while he might not know about the laziness, their speech patterns were certainly similar.

“Please come inside. I’ll prepare a meal first.”

“Ah, we couldn’t cause such trouble…”

“Young Master Wi’s family is like family to me as well. He’s someone I regard like an elder brother, so please don’t embarrass me further.”

Wei Jeong-han and Han Sang-ah exchanged glances and nodded.

“If you insist.”

“Please go in.”

Under Jin So-ah’s guidance, the group entered Sacred Hand Hall.

Perhaps because they arrived late, the sun had already set as soon as they went inside. Under Ha Dae-bung’s instructions, who had closed Sacred Hand Hall’s main gate, a table was quickly set in the dining room.

“Whoa.”

Looking at the feast of delicacies piled before him, Wei Jeong-han licked his lips.

“I don’t eat like this even at home.”

Though the Guangdong Wei Family had some influence in Guangdong, their meals were simple as befitted a martial family. But seeing rich food for the first time in a while, his appetite was naturally stimulated.

“…I wonder if our Yan-ho is eating well.”

Han Sang-ah instantly killed Wei Jeong-han’s rising appetite. If he said ‘Let’s at least eat our meal’ here, it was too obvious what he’d hear.

Wei Jeong-han, who couldn’t even touch his chopsticks, looked at the food with the feeling of being tortured.

But today he had Wei San-ho as a reliable ally.

“You need to eat and regain your strength to be able to pursue Yan-ho, Mother.”

“Right, you’re correct. We should eat.”

Only then could Wei Jeong-han pick up his chopsticks.

“But…”

When Han Sang-ah spoke again, Wei Jeong-han quietly put his chopsticks back down.

“Did you find out any news about Yan-ho?”

Wei San-ho shook his head.

“I sent word to the main sect again, but…”

When Jang-il rubbed his nose and spoke, Ghost Lady opened her mouth as if she couldn’t lose.

“I found out he made a request to the Wuhan branch of the Hao Clan.”

“Oh?”

All eyes turned to Ghost Lady.

“But unfortunately, where he went…”

“Hah!”

Jang-il snorted as if to say ‘I told you so.’

“How could the Hao Clan find out what even the Beggar’s Sect couldn’t discover!”

“What did you say?”

When Ghost Lady’s eyes blazed with fire, Jang-il flinched, but he couldn’t dare act recklessly in this place.

“So you’re saying neither of you know.”

At Han Sang-ah’s words, both hung their heads low.

“But we’ve ordered a search, so we’ll find him soon!”

“Us too.”

Wei Jeong-han clicked his tongue.

“What kind of guy is he? I commissioned all the information organizations in the world – the Hao Clan, the Beggar’s Sect, and every intelligence group that exists – and even put up a hundred gold nyang bounty, but nobody could find him for five years. Since he has no activity, once he takes a room and holes up, nobody can find him.”

“Why don’t you perform a ritual asking them not to find him instead?”

Having opened his mouth only to lose completely, Wei Jeong-han buried his head on the table and groaned.

“Sigh.”

When Han Sang-ah sighed, Ghost Lady comforted her.

“Since the commission has been placed, we should be able to discover his whereabouts soon. So please wait just a little longer. You can’t continue traveling in your current physical condition either.”

“…Well, my body is quite damaged.”

Her body was indeed severely damaged from the endless forced marches.

At that moment, Jin So-ah burst through the door and entered with a serious expression.

“Then you should have said so earlier. Where do you think this is? Chief Steward!”

“Did you call for me?”

Ha Dae-bung appeared as if he had been waiting.

“Young Master Wi’s mother is not feeling well.”

“Oh no! I’ll prepare a medical woman immediately.”

“Hmm, no. This is Young Master Wi’s mother. We can’t have such a person examined by an ordinary medical woman.”

“Then?”

“We have no choice but to bring the best medical woman we know.”

“…Ah!”

The two seemed to understand each other’s words, but the others couldn’t understand what they were talking about at all and could only tilt their heads in confusion.

‘What are they talking about?’

But no opportunity was given to resolve their questions.

CRASH!

Suddenly, an explosive sound came from outside the door.

Wei San-ho and Wei Jeong-han rose from their seats.

“What’s…?”

Jin So-ah and Ha Dae-bung ran outside in surprise.

The main gate was completely smashed, and people with clearly vicious appearances were entering through it.

“You, you bastards, what’s going on!”

Joageol, who had run outside, blocked their path.

“Hehe, so the traitor was here.”

“Boss?”

Joageol was shocked to see who was walking into the gate.

Gwak Do-san, the leader of the Black Spider Brotherhood, was walking in.

‘How can someone who lost their martial arts…?’

The question was soon answered.

Looking carefully, the walking steps were unsteady.

“Hehe, I was just waiting for that damned brat to leave. Did you think you could be safe after making me into this state?”

“…How?”

“Hmph! The leader of the Black Crow Brotherhood, my sworn brother, lent me his boys. I’ll cut all your throats and pacify Hubei.”

“Borrowed? Don’t you know how this will end?”

“What does it matter how it ends! How is it different from continuing to live in this state! I cannot forgive you bastards.”

Joageol’s face turned pale.

No matter how third-rate black path thugs they were, a single medical hall couldn’t handle them.

But at that moment, a playful voice was heard from behind.

“San-ho.”

“Yes.”

“We should pay for our meal, shouldn’t we?”

“I’ll clean up right away.”

“And while we’re at it, wouldn’t it be better to eliminate future troubles too?”

“Yes. I’ll be right back.”

It was a peaceful conversation, as if asking someone to sweep the yard in front of the house.

Joageol, who realized the seriousness of the situation, shouted in panic:

“While I hold them off, everyone run…”

At that moment.

Wei San-ho brushed past Joageol and lightly patted his shoulder.

“Good spirit.”

And Joageol could see it.

Wei San-ho drew his sword and literally began blowing away everyone in sight like autumn leaves in the wind.

‘This… I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere before.’

Feeling a vivid sense of déjà vu, Joageol slowly opened his mouth.

“Kyaaaa!”

“Ahhhh! Spare me!”

“Oh! My back!”

Wei San-ho, who had blown people away like pieces of paper, dusted off his hands and went back inside.

Wei San-ho looked quietly at the only person still standing – former Black Spider Brotherhood leader Gwak Do-san – and spoke:

“Fix the door.”

“…Yes.”

“And wait in front. I’ll go to the Black Crow Brotherhood or whatever after eating.”

“…Yes.”

Joageol closed his eyes watching Gwak Do-san picking up the door planks that had fallen powerlessly to the ground.

As they say, if you’re unlucky, you’ll break your nose even falling backward – and it had to be today.

Joageol realized anew that life is all about luck.