He even said he would do his best on the exams and try to get into the same university as Zhao Rui.
His brother was so well-behaved it made Zhao Rui wonder if Tian Yaru had been mistaken.
But he was in the Great Northwest, too far away to do anything directly. He could only find time to call his brother more often and remind him of a few things.
After hanging up, Zhao Rui looked at the sun. It was gradually getting warmer; spring had arrived.
More than ten days of the allotted month had already passed.
The soldiers under his command were training extremely hard.
However, not many of them were exceptionally talented.
However, Zhao Rui had achieved Mastery in the Hundred Schools Martial Arts. His insight was incredibly sharp and his understanding of Martial Arts profound. In this day and age, perhaps no one could compare to him, save for a master like Elder Ge, for whom to know one art was to know them all.
