During this period, Zhao Changhe felt like he had returned to the days back when he was in Beimang.0

When no one was around, he would lock himself in his room and immerse himself in the Heavenly Tome, gradually learning the Sword Emperor’s sword arts from the basics to the advanced.0

When Tang Wanzhuang came, she would spread out paper, grind ink, and make the atmosphere more pleasant with her presence. She would write down the sword arts and paint diagrams.0

Even without engaging in battles, he could still hone his saber.0

He did not even need to listen to her guqin. His heart was already at peace.0

It was very much like the days when he would go and learn the saber with Instructor Sun before returning home to eat dinner.0

He had originally thought that being placed in a bandit camp as soon as he was transferred to this world would cause his mind and heart to be nervous and in a mess. But looking back at it now, he realized that it was during that time that he had been last at peace.0

When one accumulates enough experience, one’s life flows less like a creek and more like a wide river, and everything seems to fall into place.2

“Your writing is getting better and better,” Tang Wanzhuang said as she ground...0