“Up so early, young man?” 0

Zhao Changhe was training as usual in the courtyard when the kind, old farmer brought him a bowl of hot soup.0

The old man sighed. “It’s almost the Lunar New Year, yet you’re still traveling. It seems that times are indeed tough for everyone…”0

Zhao Changhe was taken aback.0

Having just come from Kunlun, where massive snow still came floating down from the sky, he thought that it was still deep winter, but it turned out the New Year was actually approaching. Time really does fly by…0

Although he had not felt the time in Kunlun to be that long, it had actually already been a month.0

He remembered that when the Tome of Troubled Times made an announcement on Xia Chichi, it was still early in the twelfth month. He was not sure which day it was exactly, but it was likely still in the first half of the month.0

Since then, in the chaos and confusion, another half month had slipped by…0

It was almost the New Year, but there was no festive atmosphere to experience. He had just been messing around with a bunch of fools in the Valley of the Wicked. The saddest part was that, at this rate, he would still be on the road on New Year’s Day. In the year and a quarter since he had transmigrated, he had...0