With Peng Yuhui, who knew his way around, Zhao Rui quickly found the section containing books on the history of the Martial Dao.
"Take your time. I'm heading off to study."
Peng Yuhui said his goodbyes and headed toward a nearby study room on his own.
Watching him leave, Zhao Rui felt his figure looked a bit lonely.
The Martial Dao was, at its core, a competitive field. Who among those who walked this path didn't dream of commanding the wind and clouds, of roaming the Jianghu with pride?
But the harshness of reality slowly wore down a young person's sharp edges, leaving only compromise with the real world and a re-evaluation of one's dreams.
From elementary school to university, from the grassroots to positions of power, every stage filtered out those who were once considered geniuses or exceptionally talented. In the end, those who could break through the ranks and rise to the top were always in the minority.
