Xiang Yang's residence in Yong City was a manor by a small lake in the outskirts. It had originally belonged to a bandit who had concealed his name and identity, but was later seized by the Divine Constable Gate. Now it had been transferred into Xiang Yang's name and become his property. For someone of a Purple Robe Chief Constable's rank, this could hardly be called a perk; it was merely standard treatment.
The manor was not large, nowhere near comparable to those grand households of high gates and great clans. It had only a little over twenty rooms, several small courtyards, and pavilions. Yet Xiang Yang was its sole occupant, making it seem especially desolate.
Especially at night, when the neighboring homes were filled with lanterns, family laughter, and bustling voices, Xiang Yang's solitude and loneliness were thrown into even sharper relief.
But extraordinary people naturally possessed extraordinary spirits and extraordinary understanding.
To Xiang Yang, the only thing he sought in life was martial arts. Other than that, there was nothing else. Thus, this so-called solitude and loneliness were his finest medicine.
Only one who could endure solitude and loneliness could remain clear-headed, become wiser, and examine what they had learned from perspectives and insights beyond those of ordinary people, building and deducing their martial path to deeper and loftier realms.
It was much like studying. Talent and hard work alone were not enough; one also needed a stable, solemn environment. Otherwise, with laughter constantly ringing in one's ears and the world's splendid prosperity tempting one at every turn, even the greatest perseverance and strongest will would eventually crumble and melt away.
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