Zhao Changhe’s words were so arrogant that even the tribal chiefs, who had been quarreling amongst themselves, were now at a loss for words. All of them turned to stare at Zhao Changhe in unison.0

Yue Hongling sat on a small stool, resting her chin in her hand, watching Zhao Changhe’s bold stance with great interest.0

There was a slight tinge of jealousy in her heart, but not much. She was particularly fascinated by this lone swordsman challenging all the warriors around him, and she wished she could join in. Unfortunately, this jerk had already closed that option by saying “whoever defeats me” instead of “whoever defeats us.”0

What a shame. But I guess it’s fine. He looks really cool right now.0

Her little brother had really grown up now, maturing right in line with her aesthetic tastes. His lone figure with the sword held slightly tilted, standing proudly, looked just great.0

Sisi pursed her lips and quietly tugged at Zhao Changhe’s sleeve. “Hey, don’t be too arrogant. Even though the people here don’t have techniques as refined as yours, the Miaojiang’s gu arts can make up for that. The Ranking of Troubled Times doesn’t reflect...0