The Heavenly Tiger Swordsman
Four Young Swordsmen

It was already daytime back then, where Hao Zhao had left the village far enough away trying to chase after the two bandits who had previously managed to run away.

Apes for Hao Zhao when he couldn't find the two either, either because of their distance that had been too far or how obvious Hao Zhao was starting to feel tired himself with his pursuit.

“Even with this still can not feel their existence." Hao Zhao who tried to spread his inner power to check the whereabouts of the two bandits but did not get results.

The energy in Hao Zhao was still so much that some of it had been used to suppress internal injuries, making inspecting for several kilometers around it still Hao Zhao could do.

With all of that but Hao Zhao still had not gotten even a single trace of it was clearly what it meant, between Hao Zhao being fooled or the like it must have been what happened.

“This sucks," Hao Zhao said as he dropped his body to lean on a branch of a tree.

Everything became so difficult indeed for Hao Zhao, not only because of his self who was completely unfamiliar with the changing times but also his self who was completely unfamiliar with his current location.

If the continent was still similar to the previous one, Hao Zhao might be able to guess if where the location of the bandit headquarters was located, because Hao Zhao knew the ins and outs of the other end of the continent due to the adventurous life he did.

“Now everything feels foreign, if it's the same way I have to get used to it from the beginning." Hao Zhao began to look at the blue sky that was blocked by shady leaves, for some reason it was enough to help make him a little calmer about all the absurd things that happened to him.

Two hundred years is definitely not a short time, it can be said that the period is enough to make great warriors in his time die because of their old age.

No matter how great the swordsman there is a life limit that the warriors cannot avoid is age, for example Hao Zhao at his level who should now have died at the age limit of 180 years.

In fact, Hao Zhao was still alive if it was two hundred years from the time he first decided to go to healing wounds, because it was thought from any side so difficult for Hao Zhao to accept the reality of what happened to him.

Hao Zhao was actually only a 20-year-old young man before he realized from his hermitage, now must accept the fact that he might be the oldest swordsman among others, explained Hao Zhao difficult to accept.

“Not to mention that my face has not changed at all, what exactly happened to me and why did all this happen?" mumbled Hao Zhao amidst his wild thoughts that began to make so many guesses.

Long enough Hao Zhao was like contemplating there, until Hao Zhao realized if he continued to be trapped or shackled in the past then he would not be able to progress and develop.

“Instead of dizzying all this I better find a way to heal the deep wounds I suffered, in the future let's just wait later I have to do what." Hao Zhao started to get up from his seat, wanting to take care of the bandit matter first as it was only the closest one to him.

Hao Zhao himself stepped back with his movement speed, not too long to find a village that was much larger in size with the village where Gao and Rong lived.

Hao Zhao saw the day that began to change in the afternoon finally chose to stop for a while there, somehow quite happy Hao Zhao saw the peaceful life presented from every village he came to.

“This village is more like a small town, there will definitely be useful information that I can get here," Hao Zhao said as he stepped into the village.

The village that Hao Zhao came to was much more developed when compared to the village he had lived in before, seen from the many shops and shops owned by the villagers not only rely on the crops as their livelihood.

Hao Zhao who was indeed the beginning of the purpose of coming there was to find information immediately entered one of the taverns that was still open, which was still open, where a place like this was known to Hao Zhao long ago was where usually quite a lot of information was spread out.

Sure enough, not how long Hao Zhao entered was welcomed with so many talks between visitors who were enjoying the dish.

“Hey, do you know? The bandits are rumored to have started acting again, where our village will be one of their targets."

“What? If it's like this, wouldn't it be dangerous?"

“Of course it is very dangerous, that is why the village chief is now trying to ask the empire for help as well as some of the closest sects."

“Then what was the result? Are there any of them willing to help?"

“There, you must have heard the news of the arrival of some young men to our village a few days ago. They were said to be young genius warriors from one of the sects near here."

“So they'll help us? Thank goodness."

One of the talks that Hao Zhao listened to while waiting for food to come to his desk, where there was actually another conversation that was quite interesting but at its core they were talking about the same thing made Hao Zhao not too interested.

From all the talk around him Hao Zhao was able to deduce one thing, that is a group of bandits who several times deal with him not only spread terror in one village but many other villages around there.

“One thing bothers me, why would a sect that intends to help send their younger generation instead and not their senior members alone?" mumbled Hao Zhao feeling strange.

His everyday bandits are always full of fight and bloodthirsty and cruel to his victims, where it is clearly quite dangerous to let a group of young people with no experience handle people like them.

“What now most of the younger generation warriors have developed quite rapidly?" Hao Zhao looked trying to guess.

“If it is good for them, but if it is not then their lives are lost, "murm Hao Zhao before shaking his head softly decided not to think too much about it.

Hao Zhao only wanted to eat the food he ordered shortly after each meal had been served on the table by a waiter there, but Hao Zhao had not had time to eat his food the attention of Hao Zhao immediately had to be distracted by the arrival of some young men who had just entered the tavern.

Two men were also two women, the fourth robe wearing a bright white complexion in some parts of the robe.

“Hey, isn't that the young swordsman from the sect you're referring to?"

“True, it is not usual for them to decide to leave the inn where they stay like this."

“Wah, then we are lucky to see them. All four will probably in the future become great warriors given the news of their genius that has been spread for a long time."

The fourth related conversation among shopgoers soon heated up, proving just how high it would have been if the fourth identity at their relatively young age had been.

In contrast to most tavern visitors, Hao Zhao only turned a glance before returning to focus with his food when normally most of those who were there continued to stare at the four young warriors in awe.

“Nothing special," murmured Hao Zhao who actually expected more than the four despite having to be disappointed.