“...No, my prince. Thank you for your... mercy.”

Unlike Bu Churyong, Ja Kinkeng just saw his nephew getting his arm cut. But he held back his anger. Of course, if he didn’t hold it back, then they had to fight against Chun Yeowun for their lives. The elders weren’t fools.

“We have to tend to Prince Chun, so we’ll be on our way now.”