Three days swiftly passed.0

During these three days, Zhao Changhe and Han Wubing recuperated in the inn. Other than when Han Wubing went to a blacksmith’s shop and bought some random sword, they even had meals with the waiter, never causing any trouble.0

Whether it was the words that Zhao Changhe had said to them, or because Xia Chichi had declared that she’d take his head herself, not a single person from the cult came to mess with him despite his location having become known. At the same time, his enemies within the Cui Clan and the Snow-Listening Pavilion did not make an appearance either. It truly was quite calm and peaceful during these three days.0

What was particularly interesting, however, was that the two did not share a single word during these three days. Han Wubing was not fond of speaking, and Zhao Changhe would get angry every time he saw him. Despite this, the bond of friendship between them actually grew stronger.2

This was largely due to the fact that every day, whenever Zhao Changhe headed to the courtyard to practice with his saber, he would also see Han Wubing practicing his sword techniques.1

This displayed very well how simple it was...3