The hour of Yin had barely passed, and in the pavilion outside the Hidden Sword Pavilion, with its single eave and resting hilltop, a waning moon hung in the distance.
The mist obstructed the clear light, thus a lone lamp and a heated kang table kept Zhao Rong company at his early awakening, the dim light over yellow scrolls giving him less the appearance of a martial hero and more that of a literary man, with ink stains blotched across his articles.
With too many worries on his mind, his peaceful dreams were invariably disturbed.
It is said that to cultivate the mental method quietly and store energy within, practicing and understanding swordsmanship is merely a routine matter, while really laborious is training the muscles and bones horizontally.
If one in the Martial World wishes to achieve great external martial arts, they must endure great pains and long periods of hard practice.