"I was such a fool, honestly..."
"I should've started a Training Match ages ago and gotten to the bottom of this."
Xu Yuan muttered to himself.
"Kid, what are you doing? Why haven't you moved aside?" the cultivator demanded.
"I'm... selling swords," Xu Yuan said.
A sword vanished.
Money came in.
Ten Gold Coins rose from his body, flew into the air, and dissolved into Emptiness.
Two lines of faintly glowing text appeared:
"You spent ten Gold Coins to restart this Training Match." "Begin!"
In an instant.
Everything before his eyes receded.
The sky, the earth, the road, the people, and the distant airport all disappeared.
Xu Yuan found himself back in the house beside the City Wall.
Two bottles of water stood on the table.
One was empty. So was the other.
A little girl as delicate as a porcelain doll, wearing a short white dress, stared up at him with large, dark eyes.
"Lu Yiyi?" Xu Yuan called.
"Hmm?" the little girl answered.
"Commandery Princess?" he said.
The little girl's eyes widened in surprise.
"How did you know?"
"I didn't," Xu Yuan said blankly.
Things...
Seemed to be getting interesting.
Interesting, my ass!
Xu Yuan had lived nearly thirty years in his previous life, after all.
He had watched The Legend of Zhen Huan and a whole string of palace-intrigue dramas (not really).
Seriously, though.
He had read about the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties.
He had received a proper socialist education.
Even thinking with his toes, he could guess how many dangers lay hidden here, and how many storm-tossed waves awaited him.
But things had already come to this.
Then—
Just give up?
It was probably too late for that!
The little girl walked over, took one of his hands in hers, and