Otherwise, he would only know how to wield a sword and fight head-on. In the end, he's just a martial swordsman.
The autumn wind outside the window was becoming increasingly desolate, and ominous clouds had gathered unknowingly.
The sky darkened rapidly, and without candlelight in the hall, it was quite gloomy.
The autumn rain fell swiftly, with fine raindrops landing on the blue tiles of the hall's dome, creating a dense sound.
The rainwater gathered along the blue tiles and then fell from the eaves, forming lines of water at the hall's entrance.
Gao Xuan sat inside the hall, quietly watching the wind and rain outside, feeling a sense of tranquility within.
He was quite content with his current life—leisurely and joyful, sitting to watch falling leaves, lying down to listen to the wind and rain.
The road ahead is long, but there's no need to hurry forward.
Even if there are wolves and beasts around, they are merely part of the scenery. One can face them calmly.
