The banquet ended quickly, and after absorbing the Holy Spring's energy and completing his training, Zhao Guang hurried back home.
It was way too dangerous, Zhao Guang thought with lingering fear. It wasn't the wars that were dangerous here, it was those involved in the arts that were becoming more and more perilous. Zhao Guang noticed that there seemed to be more than one person in the barracks with an affection for art now.
Ever since body painting became a thing, more and more people had been "corrupted."
After the banquet, Zhao Guang saw quite a few soldiers in the small woods stripping themselves bare. If he hadn't known they were engaging in art, he would have thought they were participating in some collective erotic activity.
My eyes, it was just too much for the eyes, why wouldn't Yars do something about it?
Oh, that's not right, Yars had tried to intervene, but it seemed to have no effect, as they were past changing.
