Once Dreamed of Traveling the World with a Sword

The clothing in this country was, in Zhao Cheng's eyes, highly distinctive—something like the attire of nineteenth-century Western cowboys, yet more refined.

Life here moved at a slow pace. The vast wealth brought by overseas trade meant that in a household, one person going to sea was enough to support the whole family. With the pressure of making a living eased, life naturally slowed down and took on more of its own flavor.

"Wow, that fits you perfectly! The characters in those stories, when they were young, probably looked just like you, sir."

When the proprietress of a clothing shop saw Zhao Cheng emerge from the fitting room, she exclaimed in the local dialect.

"Haha, I think so too."

Zhao Cheng was speaking the local language as well. In the brief ten minutes since coming ashore, he had already learned the language here through observation and listening.

At that moment, he was like a young man fresh from obscurity, picking out a suitable outfit for the legendary undertaking about to begin.

Zhao Cheng did not shy away from the proprietress's praise, and he paid without hesitation.

Worth mentioning was that he had probably charmed the proprietress with his looks, so she had taken the initiative to give him a discount.

In truth, even he himself did not know where he would go next. He had no fixed destination; he simply did whatever he wanted to do.

He had once wanted to conquer the ocean, so he had gone. He had once wanted to become a traveler and journey everywhere, so here he was.

Many people obsessed over who they were, where they were going, and what they were meant to do. Zhao Cheng did not think that much.

"Big brother, are you one of those adventurers from the stories who