Zhao Changhe sat cross-legged in what had once been his wedding chamber, studying the introductory manual that Ying Five had given him.0

For the upcoming battle in the secret realm that Ying Five had invited him to, learning spatial techniques in preparation was not actually necessary. The fight itself did not require an understanding of space. Yet, Ying Five had insisted he master the basics before they set out.0

His learning of the basics of space was not for this battle but for Jiuyou.0

The space around Jiuyou would undoubtedly be chaotic. Without a grasp of spatial arts, forget about finding her within a month, even a hundred years would not be enough.0

But the battle Ying Five was heading into had nothing to do with Jiuyou. These were two separate matters. So why teach him this now instead of after the fight?0

The only possible reason was that Ying Five was not sure he would make it out alive. He was preparing for the worst, making sure everything was in order before stepping into battle.0

If that was the case, then he knew exactly what he was up against. And he was walking in fully expecting to die.0

Is it really that dire? I am first on the Ranking of Heaven, no? With me here and with Ying Five’s own hidden strength, just what kind of enemy would force him to prepare for his own death? If it’s that difficult, then why not wait until he’s reached an even higher level? Why is he in a hurry?0

And if it’s that difficult, why not call for reinforcements? If I were to bring my wives into the mix, we could probably just storm in and crush whoever it was with overwhelming force. Unless…0

Just like Zhao Changhe himself, Ying Five had a reason he had to go now. Perhaps there was a specific agreement—a duel, or a situation where he could only bring one companion.0

Ying Five must have his own story…0

But whatever that story was, the man had shown unwavering loyalty. And Zhao Changhe...0