"Old man, have you been to the Temple of Martial Arts?"
"Yes, I have."
"What kind of place is the Temple of Martial Arts?"
"A place where all martial fools yearn to go."
Liang Gou'er rolled his eyes, "That's as good as saying nothing."
On the official road of the Jing Dynasty, Liang Mao'er diligently drove the ox cart.
Zhu Yunxi sat cross-legged at the tail of the cart, constantly nurturing the Liang Family's Sword Intent with the Breathing Technique.
Liang Gou'er was lying on the cart, resting his head on his left arm, with a straw in his mouth, his beard grown long, and his hair messy, covering his face.
Everyone was dressed in grey cloth garments, because in the Jing Dynasty, only the nobles with titles were allowed to wear colors, while commoners could only wear grey. When one looked at the crowd in the market, it felt as though the world was grey.
In this Northern Country, color was a form of power, and power was not just color.
