Sweat rolled down Chuyi’s forehead. Although he was panting heavily, he still answered, “It’s the Tai Chi Sword Technique.” 

“Tai Chi? I’ve never heard of it before.” Zhao Kuo shook his head. 

“It’s normal that you haven’t heard about it before. This sword technique was invented one thousand years after you died.” I smiled. 

“I see.” Zhao Kuo nodded. “You should leave. I can’t break through this sword technique, so you’re free to go.” 

He spared us because he couldn’t break through the sword technique? Shouldn’t Zhao Kuo be more skilled than that? 

Right when I was about to ask him, Zhao Kuo explained, “I don’t want to damage the body of my descendant. That’s why I’m sparing you.”

When I heard that, I realized that Chuyi had reminded me that the girl’s family name was Zhao. 

He had told me that because she was Zhao Kuo’s descendant. 

Zhao Kuo, the Battle of Changping, Zhao family... It was easy to link them together, but I made the connection...