Zhao Changhe guided Snow-Treading Crow to a small, deserted island, collapsing against a rocky outcrop to rest and swallow medicinal pills.0

The golden light in the sky from the Tome of Troubled Times had yet to fade. Zhao Changhe gazed at it with a somewhat peculiar expression on his face.0

This time, the Tome of Troubled Times was absurdly biased.0

He had emerged from the two battles heavily injured—especially this last one, which had left him barely able to move. He had relied entirely on bluffing to scare off Hidden Wind. Given the current state of both combatants, it could not even be called a “victory.” If Hidden Wind had turned back, Zhao Changhe would have had to rely on Dragon Bird and River of Stars to act on their own to save him.0

And yet, the Tome of Troubled Times made no mention of any of this. Instead, it conjured a narrative of him as a fearless hero driving out gods and demons with unparalleled might, even equating him to Xia Longyuan with that ridiculous “rivaling even Emperor Xia” line. It was over-the-top flattery at its finest.0

But this was exactly what the blind woman had meant by “helping.” Zhao Changhe wanted to strike decisively and deter others, and this was the only...0