The sky was just beginning to brighten,
Zhang Yang leaped out of the small courtyard from yesterday, having already retrieved his long saber and hide-wrapped bundle.
This night had been anything but easy for him, because he had spent the entire night listening in on private conversations.
Of course, not that kind of listening in on private conversations. He had been collecting the locals' vocabulary and pronunciation, along with the information revealed in their speech.
So over the course of the night, he had changed twenty-eight listening spots. With the help of his A-grade Transcendent Soul Strength, he had basically mastered the locals' distinctive dialect and, incidentally, figured out the background of this world.
This world was called the Great Wei Dynasty. Its culture resembled that of an ancient Eastern civilization. It had a centralized system of government, but clans and aristocratic families still existed.
Opposing the Great Wei Dynasty were the Mirage Demons.
Zhang Yang did not know exactly what the Mirage Demons were, but they did not seem to be visitors from beyond the heavens. Instead, they had crawled out of the sea to the east and had been at war with the Great Wei Dynasty for nearly a thousand years.
The Great Wei Dynasty was at a disadvantage in this war, because at least one-third of its territory had been occupied by the Mirage Demons.
This long, drawn-out war had also forced the imperial family and upper echelons of the Great Wei Dynasty to refrain from indulging in song and dance or living in drunken dreams and death. Thus, over the past millennium, the Great Wei Dynasty had produced quite a few astonishingly talented individuals. In the end, they had built a three-thousand-li Great Wall along the line of Tianliang Mountain and relied on it to fight