The vault was smaller than he’d imagined.
But that made sense. Forging a massive warehouse from Cheonnyeon Hancheol would have bled Mount Wol’s finances dry; the sect would have collapsed long ago.
“…he whined every day about having no money,” Park Jin-hyuk grumbled, “yet he was spending it on things like this.”
A surge of familiar anger rose in his chest, but it was pointless. What could he do? Yell at a dead man?
Park Jin-hyuk stepped
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