Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1929. So a Day Like This Really Does Come. (4) “...Kill me.” “You must not die yet, Merchant Guild Master.” “Just kill me.....” “I’m telling you, now is not the time for you to pass away.” Transparent tears streamed down Hwang Jong-ui’s eyes. “Why.... Why on earth are you doing this to me?” “There’s no point asking us that.” “Cough.” With dark shadows hanging all the way to his chin, Hwang Jong-ui gazed weakly outside. He could see the members of the Eunha Merchant Guild running about in utter panic, scattering in every direction. “Bedding! Has all the bedding been prepared?” “The quantities are all correct. But some different items got mixed in.” “What? What nonsense are you talking about! I clearly told you to make everything the same! If we prepare different goods and people start saying we’re discriminating between sects, the whole alliance gathering will collapse!” “But there simply aren’t enough goods available.” “Then replace them with somethi...

Chapter 1928. So a Day Like This Really Does Come. (3) “B-Branch Leader!” “Hm?” “It’s an emergency! M-Mount Hua has requested that invitations be sent out!” The Branch Leader of the Beggar Union’s Huayin Branch, Gwan Cheol, who had been promoted to Branch Leader after Hong Daegwang, clicked his tongue briefly. [Gwan Cheol. 관철(管喆).] “And what’s so urgent about that? Just do it. Send them out and be done with it.” “No, it’s...” “Didn’t you hear the order? Anything involving Mount Hua gets our full cooperation, even if it bankrupts the branch!” “That’s not the problem...” “Good grief. Why are you talking so much? Just send them!” No one understood Gwan Cheol’s position better than Gwan Cheol himself. After all, when the former Branch Leader Hong Daegwang—now the Sect Leader—had entrusted the branch to him, he had repeatedly hammered one thing into his head. — If news from the branch reaches them late, you die. If Mount Hua has a complaint, you die. If nothing hap...

Chapter 1927. So a Day Like This Really Does Come. (2) “Wa... ter...” “Shall I prepare some tea for you?” “Tea or whatever, just water. Please...” Hyeon Jong’s voice had become completely hoarse. Hearing this, Hyeon Sang shook his head and called toward the door. “Bring a cup of cold water here.” “Yes, Grand Elder.” No sooner had he finished speaking than a disciple entered carrying a cup and a bottle of water. Cup or no cup, Hyeon Jong grabbed the neck of the bottle, beads of condensation still clinging to it, and immediately drank straight from it. “Hoo. I’m afraid someone might see you. Do try to preserve some dignity.” Without answering, Hyeon Jong emptied nearly half the bottle in one breath before finally exhaling. “My... my lips are so dry I can barely speak.” “Why are you making such a fuss? How many people have you even met?” “A fuss?” At once, a murderous glint entered Hyeon Jong’s eyes. He had not even been able to leave his seat for two days straig...