A Legend of the Age

The days in Chama City passed one by one. Yimo grew increasingly idle, without the slightest pressure from the approaching Huashan Sword Debate.

He played chess with Zhenling, bickered with her, and laughed and joked around.

He went to give Yun Yi some pointers in "profound martial arts," arranged a couple of duels between Martial World experts at the city gate, then took her for a stroll through Flower and Willow Lane.

He went to chat with Kanwairen and pester the drunkard.

Though they hadn't become allies, at least they could now exchange a few words.

Kanwairen had gone from being annoyed with Yimo to trying his best to ignore him.

Sometimes, he also took Huang Mao to County Magistrate Zhao's place for tea and a chat about the major events in the various kingdoms.

During those days, Yimo spent most of his time sunbathing.

In the antique courtyard, he sat in a rocking chair beneath the willow tree, brewed a cup of flower tea, and daydreamed as he watched the Golden Carp in the pond and thought of Tong Muxue.

Sometimes Yimo wondered: if this weren't a game, living in this ancient world with Tong Muxue might not be so bad.

Unfortunately, no matter what, there was still a line between him and Tong Muxue.

Tong Muxue wanted to step inside, while Yimo wanted to step out. They had no way to think too far ahead or plan the next stage of their lives.

Yimo had to admit that this was the easiest game he had played so far.

It was precisely because the game was relatively easy that he couldn't help thinking of Tong Muxue.

And so he liked even more to daydream alone beneath the warm afternoon sun.

Sometimes Yun Yi, slacking off in the pavilion, would