"By the gods"
"What am I looking at right now?"
Ko Wanghur and the crew were lost for words as to what they were seeing. There were nineteen injured cadets in pile, with their limbs snapped. And there was a young man with blue bandana over his head, piling them up in one place.
"What is going on here?"
Ja Wumin also became confused. All of them ran since it didn't feel good, but this was not something they expected.
"Oh! Mun Ku!"
"Who? Who is that?!"
They saw Mun Ku excitedly talking to a long-haired, pale young man. Below them was a man with his right arm cut off and a crushed face that they couldn't figure out who it was.
They only saw the long-haired man. It had been three years and two months, but there was no way they would not recognize their master.