Michael felt strange—ever since the fight against Su Hanjo, the people around him kept showing their respects at every opportunity.
It wouldn't normally be a problem, but at this point, it was becoming a little overbearing.
"Elder Mujin!" A shout resounded from beside him—four people, all appearing to be in their late twenties.
He waved them off and continued walking toward the mission hall, which he could already see in the distance.
At a glance, the Escort Guild didn't seem that big, but as he continued walking, its size truly amazed him.
It seemed to occupy a massive portion of the city, as though it was an integral part of it, which, in reality, was most likely the case.
Michael wasn't too familiar with murim, but he had time to figure it out—after all, he had just arrived not long ago.
When they reached the front of the mission hall, he noticed it was as bustling as the inner grounds where he had sparred just moments earlier.