After the incident in the Death Valley, Leo and his group returned to the base.
In the meantime, a group also gathered in the shadow of the Murim. Two rows of men and women sat cross-legged, their eyes closed and their mouths moving silently. There were 5 of them in the room, but there was one empty spot.
Between the sitting men and women, an old and simple wooden chair stood. No one sat there, but as the wind blew, everyone suddenly bowed at it, their eyes filled with respect and admiration.
"So..." A large guy with a bald head stood and spoke, his voice loud and clear. "Feet has gone alongside his research and ritual progress. What the fuck are we going to do now? That damn idiot made our progress restart from 0. We can't revive our Master without his feet."
"Shut up, Baldy. Even if you had interfered, Foot would have gone away."
