Taiyuan Prefecture lies beside the Luoshui.
On the sunny banks of the Luoshui, it is spring all year round.
Even in February, just after the harsh winter, budding flowers and grass swaying in the wind could be seen everywhere.
"The Martial Arts Path is one of tension and release."
Atop their horses,
Zhou Ruxuan's crisp voice rang out:
"You're the one who said that. Why have you been pushing yourself so hard lately?"
Beside her,
a pale Zhu Ju sat on his horse, his body rising and falling with the steed's gait. He sighed upon hearing her words:
"I thought I could succeed in a single attempt, but it wasn't so easy. It's been a bitter struggle these past few days."
It had been over three months since he began refining his Qi Blood Divine Weapon, telling the outside world that he was in secluded Cultivation.
He had thought that with his former Cultivation, Realm, and experience, refining a Qi Blood Divine Weapon would be a simple task.
But he never expected that,
