Zhao Changhe ignored the blind woman’s sarcastic remark.0

Old Xia had advised him not to rely too heavily on the Heavenly Tome, and Zhao Changhe wholeheartedly agreed with this view.0

After all, Old Xia had reached his terrifying level of power with just one page of the Heavenly Tome. Clearly, his success was not solely due to the tome—it came down to his own skill and determination. From the moment Zhao Changhe acquired the first two pages, he had made a conscious effort to control his reliance on them. He would not allow himself to snatch up each new page in a blind rush. That self-discipline was crucial for his growth. Of course, he was not about to explain this to the blind woman. He would allow her to believe he was too distracted by “women” to focus on the Heavenly Tome—it was a convenient misunderstanding.0

It was enough to confirm that the material before him was Night Flowing Sand. This unexpected discovery carried far greater significance than he had anticipated.0

Night Flowing Sand was the final component needed to forge the Night Emperor’s sword. For the longest time, its absence had stalled the forging process.0

Lady Three had always been somewhat defensive about her failure to find it, and to an extent, it was not entirely her fault. Without any leads, who would waste time chasing after something so elusive? There were always more pressing matters to attend to. But it was not for lack of trying—Lady Three had spent months scouring...0