"There are still two days until the Martial Arts Assembly begins."
Fang Han walked to the window, pushed open the lattice, and looked outside.
The sun was bright, spilling onto the flowers and trees in the courtyard and casting mottled shadows.
In the distance, he could faintly hear the clamor from the streets.
The improvement in his strength had put him in an excellent mood, but it was impossible for him to make any more major breakthroughs in the short term.
After all, it would be difficult to improve his other skills—his Swordsmanship, Body Technique, or Horizontal Training—any further in such a short time.
'Since I can't improve my strength for now, I might as well go for a walk.'
Fang Han thought to himself. He had been in the Imperial Capital for several days but had stayed in his residence the whole time, never once stepping out. His curiosity about this magnificent city had been building for a long time.
