Back in her time there were many fanatics who loved prehistoric ancient ways and thus learned martial arts , she wasn't interested but she was curious and looking at these people now sure there were a lot of martial artists here.
The soldiers standing behind him lowered their heads, and their strange chainmail masks jingled as they bowed. One of them began to speak, his words thick with a throaty accent that the princess had never heard before.
The dim orange light revealed itself as a small campfire. This alerted Parch as she thought that a couple of officers might've been put on lookout duty.
"What for? What is this stupid cultivation crap even for?" Yun Bianzhong rebutted. He couldn't care less about another person's woes, even his Elder Brother's. He was tired of being that goody two-shoes cultivator who saves everyone in need. He was tired of being the knight in shining armor. He was sick of it.
The bush had tons of fruits on it, and he went over to pick some. These fruits looked like raspberries, but were a bright yellow. Staring closely at them, he realized that oddly enough, there was a weird box that told him of what these fruits were.
