The spear strike from the Black Clothed Demon Tribe in the Ancient Demon Cave and the days of recuperating in Xi Yue An forced the horse to halt.
Jiang Wang, who had not dared to pause for a moment and refused to linger for even a breath, found himself compelled to stop and release his taut string.
A bow needs to nurture its string, and a sword needs to hone its edge.
People are not objects and should experience relaxation. But as Yu Zhen said, Jiang Wang is too hard on himself.
Braving thorns and cutting through obstacles without retreating, it is inevitable to incur self-injury while defeating enemies.
When strong, everything can be hidden. In dispiriting times, wounds are inevitably exposed.
The days spent lying in a solitary quilt were also a form of relaxation.
It felt like a long slumber, waking now to the revival of all things.
