On this day, the weather was particularly good, with warmth flowing in the air.
In the residence of the Chuguo envoy, Zhongli Yan, famed for beating a dog in the street, was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.
His movements were very slow, so slow that they completely contradicted his fiery temperament. His feet were planted as if rooted, and a single diagonal lift took a full quarter of an hour. At this moment, the heavy Nanyue Sword seemed very light, as if it might be blown away by the wind if he didn't hold it steady.
All the bloodthirsty aura was repressed, and the serene courtyard was like a dream.
The usually overbearing martial artist now seemed like someone watering flowers.
"Sir." At this moment, a Sin Punishment Soldier walked in, holding a gilded invitation: "Sir Dou Zhao's duel with Qi Country's Marquis Wu'an is today. Would you like to watch?"
Zhongli Yan, amid his practice, gave this invitation a disdainful glance.
