During this period, Zhao Changhe felt as if he had returned to his early days in Beimang.
When alone, he hid in his house, immersed in the Heavenly Book, and gradually learned the Sword Emperor Techniques from basic to advanced levels.
Whenever Tang Wanzhuang visited, he would prepare paper and grind ink while she added a touch of fragrance with her red sleeves, writing sword techniques and drawing diagrams.
There was no combat, only swords settling.
There was no need to listen to the qin, for his heart was already at peace.
It was just like the days when he left home to practice swords with Master Sun and returned home to eat with Sisi.
He had originally thought that his entry into the Worldly Society would be among bandits, with his mind tense and situations urgent. However, looking back, he realized that it had been his most tranquil and settled period.
When the accumulation reached a certain point, it would flow like a rushing river, cascading down from the heavens.
