Throughout the night in the little building I listened to the wind and rain, come morning in the deep lanes they'll be selling apricot blossoms.
Duke Zhen's Mansion.
At dawn, the weather gradually warmed and the flowers and plants in the courtyard began to bloom, sprouting new branches and buds.
Compared to the bitter cold of North City, Cheng Guang couldn't help feeling as if he were worlds apart.
That day, Cheng Guang rose early to practice his martial arts.
The previous night's battle achievements were neither particularly good nor bad. Cheng Guang believed he had fought Qin Yanqiu to a draw. Perhaps he had a bit of an advantage since it was Qin Yanqiu's first time, but overall their strengths were comparable.
Uh.
One might also say that Qin Yanqiu was a tad better.
At this thought, Cheng Guang's old face reddened, and he quickly shook his head.
Practice martial arts, practice martial arts!
