Three Blank Historical Branches!

Suddenly, applause rang out.

The two turned to look.

An old man was crouched atop the wall. He had been watching for some time.

"Grandpa!"

Zhao Afei called out.

"Hahaha! A Fei, I told you. You finally found a friend worth having."

The old man laughed happily.

"Hello, Grandpa." Xu Yuan bowed.

"Student Xu, I watched your livestream. You're causing quite a stir now. Excellent! Truly excellent!"

"You're too kind, Grandpa."

"Young man, don't be so modest—come, let's talk inside and have a meal together!"

Host and guests enjoyed themselves thoroughly.

It was past nine that night.

Xu Yuan finally returned home.

—The Zhao household had been so welcoming that he could barely handle it.

He had eaten until he was stuffed.

Talked himself hoarse.

Packed up a heap of Pills.

They had nearly given him their ancestral Pill Furnace, too.

But he really could not accept that. He knew where to draw the line.

He had finally escaped!

Next time, no matter what Zhao Afei said, he absolutely would not go to his house!

He took a shower first—

And nearly fell asleep under the water.

He was too tired today.

He had planned to play a Training Match, but he simply could not manage it.

—If he sold those ten swords, he could scrape together enough money for a few matches.

But then

he would have no chance of unleashing a combined attack with ten Flying Swords.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Xu Yuan poured himself a glass of water and sat on the sofa, sipping it as he thought quietly.

—He could not make sense of it.

He was exhausted.

His mind felt like wood.

Forget it. Rather than think while worn out, he might as well get some proper rest.