Chapter 4. Moyong Family (3)
“……”
Mo Yongcheon stared at the front gate with a blank face, as if his soul had left his body.
But only for a moment.
“Hey.”
“Yes!”
“Are you sure this is the right place?”
“Y-yes!”
Mo Yongcheon’s face twisted.
“You’re saying this is my family home?”
“…Yes.”
“If you’re lying, I’ll cut off your hand. This is really the Moyong Family?”
“I-I would never lie! This is your home, young master!”
Inside, Jang Gu was screaming. You should know that better than anyone!
Truthfully, he didn’t even understand why this skinny debtor asked to be brought here. He just came because he was too scared.
Mo Yongcheon stared at the gate.
‘This… is the main family?’
Even a branch family wouldn’t look this plain.
The estate in front of him was painfully ordinary.
It wasn’t broken or abandoned—it was just… normal.
‘This is too normal!’
It looked like any small, average household.
That made it worse.
The great Moyong Family had become nothing more than a small, forgettable clan.
To Mo Yongcheon, who remembered its former glory, this place felt like a curse.
“This makes no sense!”
His heart pounded as emotions rushed in.
He thought of his descendants.
If he felt this bad, how painful must it have been for them to be forced to move here?
Yes… that must be it.
But still—
‘This is too much!’
He grabbed the back of his neck and looked up.
“…There isn’t even a signboard.”
Every estate should at least have a sign.
But this one had nothing.
No pride. No glory. Not even a name.
“……”
Jang Gu carefully spoke.
“Young master… can I go now?”
“…Go.”
“Huh?”
“Just go! Get lost!”
“Y-yes!”
Jang Gu ran away immediately.
As he got farther, the pain came back—and so did his anger.
‘Just wait! I’ll make you pay for this!’
Left alone, Mo Yongcheon grabbed his head.
“Damn it… this isn’t a dream?”
In some ways, it was better.
At least the family still existed.
But that made it worse.
He took a deep breath.
“Calm down.”
This was reality.
No matter what he did, it wouldn’t change.
He looked at the gate again.
‘Let’s go in.’
Stop being shocked.
The move to Hubei was already shocking enough.
‘Maybe this isn’t even the real family.’
With that thought, he knocked.
After a moment—
“Who is it?”
An old, rough voice answered.
Mo Yongcheon hesitated.
‘Wait… what’s this guy’s name?’
He forgot to ask.
“Is that the young master?”
“…Yes.”
The door opened.
An old man came out.
He was thin, with a bent back—but had a deep scar on his face.
“Young master! Why are you so late?”
“….”
“Come in quickly. You didn’t drink, right?”
“Ah…”
“Go rest. I’ll bring food soon.”
Led inside, Mo Yongcheon spoke without thinking.
“…Old Guo?”
The old man smiled.
“It’s been a long time since someone called me that.”
Mo Yongcheon froze.
‘It’s really him?’
Guo Hogyun.
A loyal servant and bodyguard of his older brother, Moyong Heon.
He was once famous for his loyalty.
But now…
‘His martial arts…?’
His steps were weak.
He looked like a normal old man.
No internal energy.
“Old Guo…”
“Please just call me Guo.”
“…Your leg?”
“Haha, it’s fine.”
He slapped his thigh.
Of course it didn’t hurt there.
‘It’s his lower leg.’
He was clearly injured.
Mo Yongcheon lowered his head.
‘This man…’
Even after everything, he still stayed loyal.
His eyes hadn’t changed.
‘Damn it.’
Mo Yongcheon sighed.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
He slowed his steps—partly from weakness, partly for Guo.
‘Now it feels real.’
Seeing Guo like this made him accept it.
This was twenty years later.
“Pull yourself together. This is real.”
Guo carefully spoke.
“You seem different, young master.”
Mo Yongcheon replied,
“Life feels like a dream.”
Guo nodded seriously.
“That’s how the world is. The martial world is even worse…”
Mo Yongcheon already knew that.
He had lived it.
Guo continued,
“It’s been a long time since we walked like this. Shall we visit Miss Sujeong?”
Mo Yongcheon froze.
“Who?”
“Miss Sujeong. She always worries about you.”
That name…
‘Sujeong…?’
Then it hit him.
“…That Sujeong?”
Guo whispered,
“She’s your older sister. Be respectful.”
Mo Yongcheon didn’t hear him.
‘Daehon’s daughter?’
Moyong Sujeong.
His grand-niece.
The last time he saw her, she was just a baby.
‘No way…’
If she was his “older sister,” then this body—
“Then… my grandfather?”
Guo’s face darkened.
“…His memorial is in five days.”
“…!”
Mo Yongcheon felt dizzy.
‘My brother… is dead?’
Deep down, he already knew.
If his brother were alive, the family wouldn’t be like this.
“Are you okay?”
“…The ancestral hall.”
“Yes?”
“Where is it?”
Even if the family had fallen, the ancestral hall must remain.
“Follow me.”
Soon—
“Here it is.”
It was small.
Mo Yongcheon rushed inside.
Dark wooden tablets filled the room.
Guo lit candles.
The room brightened.
“Give me a moment.”
“Yes.”
Mo Yongcheon looked at the top tablet.
Moyong Hwang.
Then he checked the newest ones.
And froze.
‘Daehon?!’
Moyong Daehon—his nephew.
Dead.
His brother had been the previous head.
Which meant—
‘Why is Daehon dead too?!’
He should have been in his prime.
Mo Yongcheon slowly turned his head.
“…!!”
He closed his eyes tightly.
“Brother…”
The name Moyong Heon burned into his mind.
‘So you really are gone.’
His brother.
The only one who treated him like family.
Dead.
“…Ha.”
He felt empty.
Everything was gone.
“Why am I alive… but you’re not?”
He remembered their conversations.
“Why don’t you visit more?”
“Should I quit being Alliance Leader?”
“Haha, many still need you.”
“You did more than me.”
“Really?”
“Of course not.”
“Hahaha!”
That laughter echoed.
“Brother…”
To him, it hadn’t even been a full day.
He touched the tablet.
Then noticed something strange.
This one was better quality.
“…Why?”
He turned it over.
And then—
“….”
A single tear fell.
On the back, written in bold letters:
“Former Murim Alliance Leader
Radiant Martial Lord
Mo Yongcheon
Co-Head of the Family.”
