The Heavenly Tiger Swordsman
Two Hundred Years

Hao Zhao just opened his eyes before he was greeted with tremendous pain emanating from his internal injuries, feeling that he was not wearing it, Hao Zhao said. Where Hao Zhao was sprightly back then also immediately tried to sit cross-legged before closing his eyes.

Directing the inner power he had, immediately Hao Zhao used his inner power to suppress his internal wound.

Uhuk!!!

Hao Zhao coughed hard enough when a blood clot came out of his mouth along with the cough.

Feeling that his internal wounds had begun to be able to press, soon Hao Zhao noticed the surrounding where he turned out to be in a small room whose building was still made of wood.

“What little girl brought me here?"hao Zhao said full of question marks.

Hao Zhao began to try to get up from the bed he used to lie down, intending to find the little girl to ask about everything that happened right after he lost consciousness.

“Rest first Son, don't force yourself like that." An old man entered the room with a bowl of soup in his hand.

Hao Zhao had initially put a lookout on the old man. However, Hao Zhao had always lived in danger, so that Hao Zhao never let himself off guard because life was his reward if he dared to do that.

Hao Zhao's vigilance continued to wake up for a while, until Hao Zhao could feel a little calm after seeing the little girl he saved emerge from behind the old man.

“Thank you" said Hao Zhao, who began to guess who the old man was, who must still be a family with the little girl he saved.

Hao Zhao himself eventually returned to bed rest after feeling confident that nothing could endanger his life in the house.

“Don't thank me like that, son, I should be thanking you for saving my only grandson." The old man, sitting on the side of the bed, handed the bowl of soup he had brought to Hao Zhao.

“That's not something intentional, so don't be too shy." Hao Zhao received the soup from the old man, before slowly putting it into his mouth for a mouthful.

Although the soup did not provide any benefit at all to his internal injuries, Hao Zhao still ate the soup as a form of appreciating the old man's good intentions.

It wasn't long until the bowl of soup was gone unnoticed, where Hao Zhao ate it quite ravenously. Not because the soup contains vegetables sober it was delicious, but because Hao Zhao who had somehow not consumed such a food for how long.

About a few months might be as remembered as Hao Zhao since he had consumed food to comfort his tongue, even though he did not know the exact calculation or not because Hao Zhao still considers there should not be a year since he first ascended to the top of the hill not far from there.

“Oh yes, why am I here?" Hao Zhao asked the old man for his curiosity, not feeling that the little girl could have the ability to bring him there if not helped by adult labor.

“You fainted when you just entered this village, my grandson yelled so loud that people came to help carry you here." The old man explained briefly, where the Little Girl just smiled shyly at hearing all that.

Hao Zhao then looked at the little girl, before raising his hand to gently touch the little girl's head, “thank you."

“Hehe, no need to thank Sis. Brother saved me first, so it should be for me to help Brother as well." The little girl with a proud smile on herself, was clearly the type of kid in general who was still happy to get compliments.

Where from this conversation Hao Zhao knew that the name of the little girl was Rong while the old man was named Gao.

Rong himself from what Hao Zhao heard, was trying to find fruit in the forest around his village. It was at this point that Rong met with bandits, which turned out that the bandit problem was indeed a serious issue for the village.

For Gao himself Hao Zhao knew was the head of the village there, where in fact Gao tried several times to ask for help to the empire to help take care of matters related to bandits, where Gao had actually tried several times, but neither did he get the report's response.

“Isn't it hard enough to make the Empire respond to small things like bandits, when they themselves have a big battle to do?" said Hao Zhao, feeling it was normal that the Empire would not put too much of their focus on the nearly innumerable bandit groups and spread out over almost the entire imperial territory.

“Great war? From what I remember there is no such thing now, if there are even just small-scale battles that mostly come from friction between sects." Gao responded to Hao Zhao in confusion.

Gao did not understand at all what kind of great war Hao Zhao meant to be able to involve such an empire.

Indeed, although Gao continued to live in his small village throughout his life, Gao almost never left behind information especially such important information.

Where if there really was news related to the great war, surely Gao had heard it even though only a glimpse of the conversation among the villagers.

Similar to Gao, Hao Zhao who heard that no major battle had occurred also looked back at Gao in confusion.

Where now the two like they have looked at each other confused, questioning who between the two words is the truth.

Gao was concerned that the news of the war had not reached his ears, until Hao Zhao began to try to examine the possibility that could have happened after his battle with the Alliance warriors.

“Is there really a battle out there?" Gao could not deny the possibility, considering that his village existed far enough from the center of the empire that for related news to reach his village took quite a long time.

Unlike her, Hao Zhao is known to Gao from his grandson who is a swordsman. Where it was normal for a swordsman like Hao Zhao to have such information much first, made Gao worry that the news Hao Zhao brought was the truth.

“Does that mean a big war like two hundred years ago is going to happen again?" muttered Gao with a worried face, never expecting it to come especially if remembering his grandson.

“Two hundred years ago? Can you tell me about that?" Hao Zhao, who was surprised to hear this, came out of Gao's mouth to confirm his conjecture, especially considering that the great war to his knowledge had only occurred a few decades ago, where this should be is common knowledge that a newborn alone may already know.

“Two hundred years ago, that was the last time a major war took place on this continent. Where it was said that the war could break out due to the scarcity of resources for warriors, making the empire as well as the martial sects vying for it. That's what I'm with from my father." Gao explained everything he knew about the great battle.

“Wait .. this makes no sense," murmured Hao Zhao after hearing Gao's explanation, obviously unable to believe because as he remembered the great war was still happening until now.

Although the empire was currently also a collection of martial sects was making an alliance to finish Hao Zhao off, it should be that they would return to battle after the alliance ended if judging from how stubborn the leaders of both sides were from what Hao Zhao remembered.

“Did I now live in the two hundred years after my last battle with the Alliance warriors?" mumbled Hao Zhao with his head that for some reason suddenly felt dizzy thinking about all that.