Zhao Changhe returned to the courtyard and looked over at Yue Hongling’s room through the bamboo screen. The lights were already out, indicating she must have gone to rest.0

The past few days had been filled with intense battles, leaving both of them battered and exhausted. Even after the effects of the gu had worn off, Zhao Changhe still felt very tired, and it seemed that the afternoon of dual cultivation had not been very effective.0

After some thought, he decided not to disturb her. He returned to his room and began doing what the blind woman believed any proper martial artist would have done as soon as possible.0

The blind woman watched with tears streaming down her face as Zhao Changhe took out the Heavenly Tome.1

Looking at the pages that had increased from two to three, it felt at least a bit better—now, it did not resemble a pamphlet as much. Well, pamphlets or manuals could also be tri-fold, and it still felt somewhat unworthy of the Heavenly Tome’s reputation. Truth be told, even nine pages would look crude, like a cheap erotic book from a street vendor. Who knows if the tome would someday transform into something more grand once fully assembled?1

But regardless of how unimpressive it appeared visually, its overwhelming aura was undeniable. It was far more powerful than it had been with just two pages. The moment it was taken out, it exuded an aura so intense that it felt oppressive, a pressure that would make...0