Having mentally prepared himself, Yue Hongling’s departure did not cause him much turmoil this time, but it did inevitably fill him with a sense of melancholy and reluctance.0

Zhao Changhe knew all too well that her heart was not one to settle just yet. But this departure seemed hasty, as if she were avoiding something.0

Looking at the people on the training ground, Zhao Changhe had a sudden realization and a faint smile appeared on his face.0

Who said she had no desire to stay? Nah, this is a sign. She’s afraid of that very thing coming true.0

Zhao Changhe’s mood suddenly improved. He waved his hand and said, “Brothers, how about I teach you a few moves?”0

Everyone was overjoyed. “We’ve been waiting for you to say that!”0

Zhao Changhe casually picked up an ordinary saber, weighed it in his hand, and then smiled. “You should all be familiar with the Vicious Blood Saber Art. I’ll teach you something even more special, the Yellow Sand Saber Art[1] of an expert on the Ranking of Man. It harnesses the power of the wind and sand, creating a storm when it erupts, with wind and clouds swirling and a sandstorm...0