The Human Emperor (200-400)

C233: Yang Zhao Arrives!

On the main peak of Kunwu Training Camp...

Yang Zhao was wearing a white robe, a black coronet on top of his head. His head was raised up high, and his chest was puffed up. He was accompanied by four well-built Chamberlains of Imperial Insignia, and this further added to his majestic disposition.

A cold breeze blew across the top of the mountain, and Yang Zhao's robe danced along with the wind.

In just the short span of a few months since entering the capital, Yang Zhao had already learned how to assume the disposition of an academic with ease.

If one wasn't aware of the truth, just by looking at Yang Zhao's silhouette, one would probably regard him as a wise scholar and have some respect for him.

Wang Chong did know of Yang Zhao's background, and he had seen the latter in his humblest moment. But even so, whenever he saw Yang Zhao in such a manner, he couldn't help but be awed by the latter's ability to adapt.

Putting his capabilities aside for the moment, just his diligence in his “studies” was already worthy of compliments. After all, not everyone would be able to assume a scholarly disposition in just two to three months.

Rumor had it that this future imperial uncle was already blending in with the officials of the royal court.

Even though he's an irredeemable gambler, to be able to change so much in such a short period of time, he could also be considered as a genius!, Wang Chong thought.

It wasn't without reason that Yang Zhao was able to climb to such high heights despite his humble birth. In Wang Chong's view, just this view alone was sufficient to tell much about the matter.

Calming himself down, under the lead of an instructor, Wang Chong soon arrived before Yang Zhao. Given that the latter was currently “inspecting on behalf of the heavens”, there was no excuse that he could offer to turn down the meeting.

Weng!

Standing on top of a boulder, Yang Zhao heard some sound behind him and turned around.

"Haha, Wang Chong, it has been long since we last met!"

Upon seeing Wang Chong, Yang Zhao's frown immediately soothed, and a smile broke out on his face. Leaping down the boulder, he walked over quickly and enthusiastically.

"Lord Yang!" Wang Chong greeted him with a smile.

"Tsk tsk, Wang Chong, it has only been a month since we last met, but you sure look very different from before!"

Yang Zhao assessed Wang Chong from head to toe and immediately noticed the difference in Wang Chong's disposition. A look of awe appeared on his face.

"Seems like the Kunwu Training Camp really does temper one. I almost failed to recognize you." This wasn't just a blind compliment on Yang Zhao's part.

In the past, despite Wang Chong's capabilities, he still seemed like an immature child who hadn't weathered any storms. But the current him felt like an unsheathed, sharp sword that had been tempered time and time again. No one would dare to look down on him like that.

With such a huge change occurring in the span of half a month, it was no wonder Yang Zhao was astonished.

"Lord Yang is being too generous, aren't I still the same person? What kind of changes could there be?" Wang Chong chuckled as he denied the matter. He knew that this wasn't due to the training in the Kunwu Training Camp, but from the influence of the Sword Qi of Massacre from cultivating Su Zhengchen's Art of Life Massacre.

But Wang Chong would never reveal this matter before Yang Zhao.

"Hehe, you might not have noticed it, but it is apparent to the rest of us." Yang Zhao looked at Wang Chong with a bizarre glint in his eyes.