Early the next morning, it snowed heavily.0

Snow-Treading Crow tread the snow and they left Beimang.0

The last time Zhao Changhe left Beimang, he was just beginning his journey in the world of martial arts, setting out to test his saber.0

This time, his departure was much anticipated, and he left to seek the path of a master.1

Heading south from Beimang, it only took a few days to reach the capital. Zhao Changhe gazed at the massive city looming in the snowy distance but did not approach it.0

Word has it that the situation in Jiangnan was deteriorating, and Tang Wanzhuang had left the capital and gone to Gusu. As for the Fire Serpent of Yi, he had no idea if she was still in the palace. Given her nature, she would not be confined to the palace if she did not want to be—she would just leave as she pleased.0

Apart from them, there was nothing that could draw Zhao Changhe to the capital.0

The city was like a whirlpool. It was the center of politics and the core of the battle between the human emperor and the gods and demons. It was all fine if you were ignorant, but once you were in the know, you would have to avoid it.0

If he could bridge the gap between heaven and earth and become a master, he wondered if that would be enough to qualify him to return here...0