The next morning, the air was brimming with the feeling of unease.
Seo Ryung and the others were outside, they were in the middle of practicing their forms, when a horn had suddenly sounded in the distance.
Everyone stopped as their curiosity led them.
Even the alliance guards looked towards the entrance of the estate.
From beyond the iron gates, there was a group of black armored riders approaching the estate. Their robust looking horses were moving in perfect synchronization, their uniforms looked pristine and clean, each of them had the emblem of a black wolf howling at the moon stuck to them.
At the front of the pack, rode a man with piercing gray eyes, his face was shadowed by a high collared cloak.
One of the new murim alliance guards whispered to himself, "T-The Black Wolf Battalion… they actually sent them?"
Seo Ryung had frowned.
The Black Wolf Battalion.
He knew about them, they are an elite force under direct command of the Murim Alliance's highest officials.
