For the first time, Cui Wenjing’s expression shifted slightly. He looked at Zhao Changhe with an odd curiosity. He seemed amazed at how Zhao Changhe could see through him so thoroughly.0

Since he already saw through the considerations I made when loaning out the sword, why has he bothered with everything up until now? What have all these debates and struggles been for?0

In the entire world, perhaps Zhao Changhe was the only one who dared make such an assertion about Cui Wenjing.0

Even Cui Yuanyang, resting her chin on her hands, found herself wondering, Just who is big brother Zhao really courting here? He seems to understand Father even better than I do. Ever since he’s arrived, he’s barely spoken to me. How come he’s said more to Father in this short time than all of our conversations combined?0

And the strangest part was that he was entirely correct.0

Long ago, Cui Wenjing said, “If I, Cui Wenjing, admit that I’m not worthy of wielding the Qinghe Sword, how many in the clan can really proclaim themselves to be worthy? None of them have ever thought about why the spirit of the divine sword has faded away. Instead, they...0