In those three months in Kangba Left Banner, the first month saw Hou Niao drilled by the Fairy Dong, nearly exhausting his original stock of strength; the subsequent two months were spent training others, where the straightforward men of the Grassland were severely challenged, eventually realizing how perilous the outer world was and that their current strengths were but foolhardy dreams of founding a nation and establishing swordsmanship.
Some ideas began to subtly influence people's thoughts once demonstrated by him, naturally, it wouldn't yield immediate results, as the inertia of millennia-old traditions was immense, not something that could be easily reversed.
"Are we really not going to the Golden Court anymore?" Shi Le still felt some regret.
Hou Niao shook his head and smiled, "Not anymore, trust me, now might not be the right time."
He knew what Shi Le was thinking, just as Shi Le clearly understood his actions; they communicated without words.
