"Come, sit down right here little Yan." He said, grabbing both of Yu Yan's shoulders and gently patting down a patch of grass flat.
He tried to pat off as much dirt as possible before letting Yu Yan sit down in the most shaded area of the tree.
Seeing this, Yu Yan felt a sense of warmth that was unfamiliar to him.
Even so, he remained silent, acting ignorant as Yu-Hwang happily sat at the edge half of his body was in the shade, and the other half was basked by the fiery sun.
"Here, grab this rod, make sure to not tangle the fishing line." Yu Yan grabbed the fishing rod in his hand with difficulty.
Because of his short height, it was a bit difficult to hold it in place, so he stab the end on the ground to help keep it balanced.
Seeing this, Yu-Hwang simply smiles, before saying," Watch how I swing the fishing rod and cast the string, then copy after me!"
At this moment, Yu Yan paid attention to his father's posture.
He stood straight, as uprooted as the tree itself, then slide his left leg backward to take a more wide stance and rotate his hip.
As he rotates his hip, he swung the rod-like chucking feathers from his hand, stretching his right arm back, causing the branch-like rod to curve in a very oval-like manner, almost touching the grass on their feet.
Thang!
He heard a snappy sound.
It wasn't the snapping of the rod, but more of a snapping of the string itself as it was hurled forward since Yu-Hwang retract his right arm, shoving all the momentum onto the weak fishing rod.
'Incredible!' He commented, forming a glint of light in Yu Yan's eyes.
With only a flimsy piece of wood, he was able to maneuver the rod in such an overbearing fashion, causing the string produces snapping sounds, yet the piece of wood remained unharmed.
If Yu Yan didn't know that his father was a poor fisherman, he would assume that Yu-Hwang is an accomplished retired martial artist who left the martial world and became a fisherman in the countryside.
"Easy right?" He turned his head and asked Yu Yan, to which he nodded, "Hm."
Just then, a voice came from behind them.
"Hey old man, that's our spot." A young, arrogant brute-like voice called out from the top of the riverbank.
Yu Yan turned his head, narrowed his eyes, and coldly sneered inwardly,' A martial artist?'.
He stared coldly at the trio on his side.
Despite having no cultivation, or power, the essence of his soul remained.
At this moment, he wasn't sure, but he felt this soul that is inside of him is not his main soul, but rather, his Yang Soul instead.
Meaning, the system pulled his Yang Soul and placed it in this infant's body, allowing him to experience a life of rebirth. As for why the system used his Yang Soul instead of his main soul, he wasn't sure.
But, he was guessing that these people were martial artists due to the strange reservoir of energy resting at the center of their dantian.
This energy was like a dam, and with that dam acting as the center, numerous tunnels of channels spread open, connecting every muscle, meridian, limb together as it continuously pumps energy from one end to the other.
Meanwhile, Yu-Hwang glanced at the young man, noticed the sword on his back, immediately lowered his head, and apologized," Sir please, don't mind us, this spot is naturally yours."
With one glance, he could guess that they are people of the murim world.
Yu-Hwang did not want to offend these people, afraid that they would find an excuse to retaliate, therefore, it was better to lower his head in order to avoid a confrontation.
After all, most people from the murim are quite arrogant and cold-blooded, and if they wanted to kill him for no reason, no one would be able to stop them.
"Hah! You are quite smart, let's go, brother Jung, this tree has a good amount of shade!" Kang-Dae snickered by Sun-Jung side, to which he smirked," Of course, I am the wisest, this spot is good."
Yu-Hwang ignored their conversation with his head lowered in relief, and tugged at Yu Yan from his side, then slowly pull back the fishing rod from the river with an ashamed smile as he look at Yu Yan.
This smile stung Yu Yan who was looking at his father whose clothes were filled with holes, even the sandals he wore had one broken string on the side.
Seeing this, Yu Yan grew extremely cold, he couldn't help but clenches his puny fist, causing blood to crawled from his soft palm.
'A bunch of worthless mortals!' He angrily cursed.
Just then, the trio saw an angry little boy glaring at them, causing them to coldly frown.
This made Yu-Hwang panic, before bowing his head frantically with sweat, quickly hiding Yu Yan behind his back," Great Sir, i-ignore my ignorant son!"
"Are you unwilling to move?" Sun-Jung indifferently asked.
Beneath that calm facade, was a bloodthirsty, and ruthless martial artist of the murim world.
Most martial artists treat common people as below them, this is due to the difference in their power.
Especially Sun-Jung, who was an accomplished second-rated warrior of the unorthodox path. With his second-rated martial art skill, he enjoys the privilege of being above others, and this difference in his status formed a bone-deep disdain for common people, and even more so for the poor people who are at the bottom of the common people.
Especially being an unorthodox martial artist, he was even careless of the laws and regulations.
"N-No, sir." Yu-Hwang hurriedly replied, repeatedly shaking his head in fright.
Then, Yu Yan's round face moved, as his soft, yet cold searing voice hollowed," He does not, but I do!"
"Oh?" Sun-Jung face stiffened, staring at the tiny Yu Yan, gradually turning cold like a stream of water slowly being frozen under the cold winter.
"A bunch of worthless mortals, do you dare to act high and mighty in front of me, Yu Yan?" He sneered, causing Yu-Hwang to look at him strangely.
At this moment, Yu-Hwang was speechless, unable to grasp Yu Yan's words or the mention of 'worthless mortal'.
He felt like the Yu Yan in front of him, was not his son!
The strange words spoken by his son felt ancient, it was as if he was facing a tall mountain whose peaks cannot be peered at, snow that cannot be melted, and dawn that would never dusk!
"Y-Yu Yan, apologize to Sir Jung!" His father angrily scolded, afraid of Sun-Jung's status and power.
Then, Sun-Jung irritatedly stated," You think I won't teach you a lesson?"
Shing!
As he said this, Kang-Dae coldly pulled out the sword from his waist, curling his lips into a chilling smile, this frightened Yu-Hwang even more!
It was gleaming as the blade reflect the beaming sun. The handle of the sword was exquisite, along with the logo of a certain faction.
Seeing his reflection on the blade, Yu-Hwang wants to chuck Yu Yan even further behind him, but strangely enough, his body was frozen!
'W-What is going on!?'
He wants to move, his mind wants his body to move, but his body could not move!
As hard as he tries, he can only think and not do!
It was as if he was trapped in an unknown domain, and his thought was the only remaining that exist while his body was frozen in time, unable to be nudged!
He assumed this strange phenomenon was Sun-Jung's doing, but in actuality, it was Yu Yan leaking a faint trace of his Yang Soul!
Meanwhile the trio stared at the frozen Yu-Hwang, letting out a hollow laugh," Kid, your father is frozen in fear, are you going to kneel down and beg for mercy?"
Then, Yu-Hwang witness the tiny Yu Yan slowly walking past him, causing him to grow even more graved and agitated.
But unable to move, his heart starts to churn as his head felt like a closed kettle steaming with the lid stuck on top, yet unable to be lifted!
At this moment, Yu Yan stopped walking forward, standing four feet away from Kang-Dae, whose blade could easily reach him at this distance!
He look at Kang-Dae and Sun-Jung, along with the other person by their side, and eyed them with contempt.
This caused Kang-Dae to furious narrowed his brows as he grip his sword, and furiously swing it down!