Cui Yuanyang did not know what it was that Zhao Changhe was still planning on staying here for. Either way, after everything that happened, it was nearly dawn, and no matter how brave she was, she did not dare to be seen spending the night at the inn with a man. Taking advantage of the faint light of dawn, she hurried back to the Wang Clan’s guest house.0

Meanwhile, Zhao Changhe did not even check out of the room. He leisurely stayed inside, studying the golden foil.0

There was no further movement from the golden foil for the time being. Based on the experience he had from the last time it supposedly unsealed itself, he knew that he would have to wait until the next day to see if anything happened. At this time, Zhao Changhe was reviewing the replay of the match between himself and Situ Xiao that took place back at the banquet hall of the Wang Clan.0

This was very important to him. It was the most crucial leverage for him to catch up with others’ years of accumulated understanding and insights of martial arts within a short period of time. No one else in the world possessed such unique advantages.0

Situ Xiao’s practice mainly focused on external arts, or in fantasy terms,...0