Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 958
A suffocating silence weighed down the riverside.
Some might have felt relieved. That Namgung Dowi did not reprimand and swear at them.
But those who understood the meaning of this situation could only clench their fists until their nails dug into their palms.
Shaolin was there. Kongtong was there, Beggar Union was there. The three sects of the Ten Great Sects who uphold justice and chivalrousness in Kangho, were right in front of Namgung Dowi’s eyes, but he did not look at them.
Despite the fact that those he must save are still trapped on that island, waiting for salvation, Namgung Dowi was acting as if they didn’t even exist.
Because there are no expectations whatsoever of them.
That fact tormented everyone present. The fact that they were being treated this way, yet could not utter a word of protest and instead had to bow their heads, dug into and tore at the conscience deep within their hearts.
Everyone remained silent as if by agreement. They couldn’t answer because they really didn’t know, and even if they did, they didn’t have the shamelessness to speak first.
Namgung Dowi looked back at them all with cold eyes.
“...I asked you?”
“...Sogaju.”
Finally, Bop Jeong spoke up with a stifled groan.
“I am truly sorry to Sogaju.”
The Shaolin monks know. It was rare for Bop Jeong to show such an expression.
Now Bop Jeong genuinely felt remorse toward Namgung Daowi.
“Soon, Peng Family will arrive. Then, by whatever means necessary, we will rescue Namgung Family members remaining on Plum Blossom Island...”
“Mount Hua!”
At that moment, Namgung Dowi’s voice broke out and silenced Bo Jeong.
Namgung Dowi’s face twitched. His lips, quivering with spasms, struggled to open again.
Bop Jeong’s head slowly drooped.
Namgung Dowi was not seeking them. He does not ask for salvation. Even though the people he needs to save are standing in plain sight, he does not wish, shout, or wish to those closest to him.
‘What right do we have to speak?’
Just a sinner.
“Sogaju....”
Bop Jeong sighed deeply again.
“I understand how you feel, but this is not the way. You, as Sogaju, must save them in place of your late father... No, in place of Namgung Gaju.”
Bop Jeong’s eyes and Namgung Dowi’s eyes met directly.
“......”
Bop Jeong was left speechless.
Had he ever faced such eyes?
Those were not the eyes of someone looking at a person. It was as if he was looking at a pebble strewn along the roadside. No expectations, no desires, no hope. As if even the slightest emotion was not worth feeling.
“Don’t you know?”
“......”
When there was no answer, Nangung Dowi slowly nodded. And then he began to walk forward with a limp.
“So- Sogaju!”
Thud. Thud.
Namgung Dowi, who used his sword as a cane to support his body, silently took another difficult step.
Then the Shaolin monks moved out of the way one by one, left and right. While biting their lips and clenching their fists, they fiercely cleared the way for him, as if they should not dare block his path.
Thud. Thud.
It wouldn’t be strange for Namgung Dowi, who walked laboriously along the opened path, to collapse at any given moment.
“Sogaju.”
“......”
“Sogaju!”
“......”
“Sogaju! What are you going to do!”
Initially, Bop Jeong’s voice was soothing, but it grew louder and eventually became a shout.
However, Namgung Dowi just walked unsteadily as if he could not hear anything.
Bop Jeong, biting his lips, shouted again.
“Don’t act on emotion! No matter how angry you are, what can Mount Hua, located in Shaanxi, do? Don’t you know what needs to be done to save Namgung?”
Namgung Dowi’s steps did not stop.
Bop Jeong’s words did not reach him at all.
His indifferent behavior engraved a deeper sense of guilt into everyone’s hearts than any curse or cry could.
Before Bop Jeong could finish speaking, Ciwu Beggar roughly grabbed his robe and tore it off.
Bop Jeong’s eyes widened.
“W- What...!”
Ciwu Beggar threw his torn, tattered robes on the ground. Between the badly tumbled pieces of cloth, a knot symbolizing the opening of the door was clearly visible.
Eight knots (??(八結)).
Only the elders of Beggar Union can have eight knots.
“What’s this all about?”
“Ci- Ciwu Beggar!”
“If this status prevents me from doing what I need to do, I have no choice but to throw that status off.”
Ciwu Beggar grinned as if he was relieved. Bop Jeong looked at him with an expression of complete bewilderment.
“What I do now has nothing to do with Beggar Union. So don’t order me around. You don’t have the authority to do so.”
With those final words, Ciwu Beggar turned around and quickly supported Namgung Dowi.
“I will guide you, Sogaju.”
“......”
Namgung Daowi, who was looking at him in silence, slowly nodded. Just as Zhao Gai was about to take a step, several beggars of Beggar Union, like Ciwu Beggar, tore off their robes and rushed to support Namgung Dowi.
“This.... What are you doing? You foolish lot!”
Ciwu Beggar’s eyes widened, but the beggar of Beggar Union just grinned broadly.
“Elder.... No, old beggar, you’re too old to carry someone a long way. Step aside. Don’t make the injured person die by accident before he reaches his destination.”
“Tsk. Dammit. I never thought being a beggar of Beggar Union would become a cap. This is why I couldn’t live the way I wanted to.”
Everyone had a carefree look on their faces.
The beggar of Beggar Union pushed Ciwu Beggar, who was dumbfounded and speechless.
“Step aside. Can’t you see the man is injured?”
“Jang Pal, you carry him.”
“Yes, Bunta.... No, Hyung-nim.”
Watching the beggar of Beggar Union support and carry Namgung Dowi, Ciwu Beggar eventually smirked.
“You stupid beggar brats.”
“Would you like us to play old beggar?”
Ciwu Beggar shook his head as if he had no answer and glanced back at Bop Jeong. As expected, both eyes were boiling with rage. Ciwu Beggar, who was looking at this with a grin, proudly shouted.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes!”
The beggars carrying Namgung Dowi dashed forward like the wind without the slightest hesitation.
“......”
Those left behind watched them disappear into the distance with stunned faces. They couldn’t even move until the moment the figures turned into a dot and disappeared.
Silence descended again. Nobody spoke, merely bowing their heads or casting their gaze into the distance.
They knew. They could no longer represent the Chivalrousness of Jungwon. They could no longer be the place sought by those in desperate need of help.
“Ha...”
Someone’s self-deprecating laughter hurt everyone’s ears. The mixture of resentment and guilt in that short sound was so vivid that the corners of their lips tingled.
“Hahahaha!”
At that moment, someone burst into loud laughter.
“Hye Bang!”
Bop Kye raised his voice as if to reprimand, but Hye Bang laughed louder as if he couldn’t hear him.
“Hahahahaha! Isn’t this a fine sight? Is this what Bangjang wanted?”
“Can’t you just shut your mouth!”
“What difference would it make if you silenced me!”
Hye Bang shouted without losing.
“Yes! I must be too foolish to grasp those lofty intentions! I wish that were the case! I wish I was so foolish and ignorant that I knew nothing! Please! Please!”
Bop Jeong, struck by that poignant voice that seemed to be dripping with blood, looked around with helpless eyes.
No one met his eyes. Absolutely no one.
“Haha.”
A hollow laugh escaped Bop Jeong’s mouth.
How had it come to this?
How had it...
“Ami... tabha.”
As he closed his eyes in devastation, it felt as if his body had fallen a thousand miles off an abyss. Into the endless void.