Zhao Changhe happily chowed down on his food, having broken through to the fourth layer of the Profound Gate earlier than expected. He could not be bothered with whether Cui Wenjing was just faking it, or if the ninth man on the Ranking of Heaven really was such a child prodigy. For all I know, he could have reached the eighth layer in five months. Who freakin’ cares?0

The saber he remembered from his dreams was much too heavy, and Zhao Changhe did not have enough strength to wield it. However, having broken through to the fourth layer of the Profound Gate for external arts, his physical power was nothing like before. If he could smoothly wield a steel saber weighing ten jin, then it would not be impossible for him to use one weighing twenty or even thirty jin. The only difference should be how long I can use it.0

Zhao Changhe wondered if he should return and test out that broad saber that was four or five chi long…but after seeing the young lady beside him rubbing her eyes, he thought, Forget it, she’s already chosen this saber for me. It won’t look good if I say I don’t want it. We’ll leave things as...0