This parting did not carry the usual sorrow of previous ones.
Zhao Changhe felt a joy in his heart that made him want to sing a little tune, his mood extremely elated.
We'll meet again next time, you just wait.
Despite his pursuit this time, he was still often plagued with doubts, hesitating to take bold steps. It wasn't purely due to a sense of admiration, but was more mixed with a subconscious feeling of being "unworthy" of his own strength.
She had said that his strength could not be much weaker than hers.
When faced with such a statement, besides those old hands flirting in the flowers, there were really few men who could shamelessly go forward.
But next time they met, he would be ready… Zhao Changhe was very confident, even though he knew that as time progressed, it wouldn't be as fast as before.
It wasn't just about the energy demands and the difficulty of the cultivation techniques needed for later breakthroughs.