Snow drifted down the streets and ice covered the water.
The capital at the beginning of winter was so quiet and quiet.
Wang Po and Chen Changsheng walked along the Luo River. The streets were empty, only the incessant fall of snow as if it had been falling for ten years.
In the houses lining the streets, behind the walls, on the boats on the Luo River, behind the bridges, and in the gloomy world, countless people were hidden.
These people came from the provinces, the princely estates, the ministries, and the governments. There were government laborers, bailiffs, officials, servants, heroes, and men.
Yet even as the ice was gradually softened by the winter sun and the withered willows lightly swayed, no one moved. The two figures in the snow were not disturbed in the slightest.
Because the experts of the Imperial Court had not appeared, how could these government laborers, bailiffs, and servants dare to act first?
As for those experts of the provinces who considered themselves heroes, how could they have the face to act against Wang Po and Chen Changsheng?
The assassination of the current Assistant Minister of Rites was a massive crime. The Great Zhou Imperial Court had enough reason to order Wang Po's arrest, so the oath to the starry sky was over.
The Imperial Court also had reason to demand an explanation from Chen Changsheng and the Li Palace.
The capital was already under martial law.
Outside the alley of the Northern Military Department, that man exuding a cold aura of iron had already opened his eyes.
Even now, the Imperial Court had not made any move. There was naturally another reason.
In front of the Baohe Pagoda, the Imperial Guard that had long since been ready to move out had been blocked by the Orthodoxy cavalry. The two black tides of cavalry could clash at any moment.
In front of the City Gate Department, the teachers and students of the Five Ivies were everywhere. Xu Shiji's face was ashen, but he could not order the cavalry to charge out.
In the snow, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng continued to walk, occasionally stopping to say a few words to the cold willows and snowy shores, just like true tourists.
Where had they gone, what had they done, what had happened in various places, and why had no one stopped them even now?
In the shortest amount of time, this information was gathered in that courtyard that had once been covered in crabapple blossoms but now only had withered branches.
Zhou Tong sat in his palace armchair, his crimson official's robe growing darker and darker, like real blood, his face growing paler and paler, like real snow.
The entire capital was currently watching those two people on the banks of the Luo River.
The entire world knew that those two people had come here to kill him.
Logically speaking, even if those two were Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, they should not have been able to reach the alley of the Northern Military Department.
But today's situation was a little strange.
The Li Palace seemed to really want to follow Chen Chang Sheng in his madness.
There were also many people watching from the sidelines, as if they were watching a show.
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Snowflakes fell from the eaves of the Li Palace, drawing a white pattern on the black ground. A woman exuding an air of nobility stood in the middle of the white pattern. She thought of the first and last snowman she had made in the Great Western Continent's Imperial Palace when she was young, thought of the aggrieved look on her daughter's face before she left. She did not soften because of this, and instead, her tone became increasingly unyielding.
"Logically speaking, as an outsider, I should just watch from the sidelines. But if something really happens, it will affect the northern expedition."
The Pope looked at her and asked, "So Madam Mu has come to see me?"
This noble lady had the surname Mu because she was a princess of the Great Western Continent. Even the Pope and the previous Tianhai Divine Empress were used to calling her Madam Mu.
She had an even more impressive identity — the Demon Queen, a true Saint.
Thus, even in the face of the supreme Pope, she had no intention of backing down.
"Could it be that you wish for me to see Chen Chang Sheng?"
The Pope replied, "Perhaps, you should go see Shang."
Madam Mu arched her brows. "Right now, it's him and Wang Po who want to kill."
The Pope replied, "We'll talk after we've killed them."
Madam Mu had not expected this answer. Her voice chilled as she asked, "The youths are making trouble. Why must My Holiness interfere?"
"Everyone started out young, and is Wang Po an ordinary young man? No, is he Chen Chang Sheng? Also not. He is my successor, your daughter's teacher. "The Pope's smile gradually faded as he slowly said," You should hope that he succeeds. "
Madam Mu suddenly said, "The Demi-human race has never asked My Holiness to do anything."
A light suddenly flashed through the Pope's elderly eyes, somewhat dazzling, somewhat sharp.
Madam Mu's expression did not change. "My Holiness understands what I mean."
The Pope indifferently said, "I know what you are worried about. If I really did not care about the greater good, Zhou Tong would have died three hundred years ago."
This was already a promise, but Madam Mu clearly felt that it was not enough. "Then who sent the Orthodoxy cavalry?"
The Pope sighed and no longer answered this question. He turned and walked into the depths of the palace.
Mao Qiuyu had appeared at some point and politely extended his arm to Madam Mu. "My Holiness, this way, please."
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The stance of the demi-humans and the Great Western Continent could not change the Pope's mind, but just as the Pope had said, he had always placed the greatest importance on the greater good.
In the capital in the early snow, the Li Palace resolved many problems for Wang Po and Chen Chang Sheng, allowing the long street to remain deserted and empty for even longer. However, not a single important figure of the Orthodoxy would lend a hand.
If that happened, the Orthodoxy and the Imperial Court would truly shed all pretense of cordiality. Just as Madam Mu feared, it would affect the future northern expedition against the demons.
Madam Mu was not very satisfied with the situation before her. She did not want Wang Po and Chen Chang Sheng's madness to succeed, nor did she want them to die.
The Imperial Court had long since made preparations, assuredly hiding countless experts in the alley of the Northern Military Department. Crucially, Tie Shu would assuredly appear.
No matter how one looked at it, Wang Po and Chen Chang Sheng were doomed.
Many people thought this way.
Thus, when they saw those two figures walking along the deserted street amidst the drifting snow, they could always see a stirring and tragic aura.
The wind was bleak and the Luo River was cold.
Wang Po and Chen Chang Sheng did not feel this way.
As they walked along the Luo River, they talked about old matters that had been buried in old papers, like how Wang Zhice had been in the past, the changes that had occurred in the last few years, like how the Bridge of Helplessness had been struck several times by ships last year.
They walked and chatted, treading the snow without seeking plum blossoms, looking around without arrogance. They only raised and lowered their steps, naturally adjusting themselves, gradually becoming one with the world.
Then, they walked to the alley of the Northern Military Department.
They saw no tide of cavalry, no torrential rain of ballista bolts.
On this deserted and empty street, they saw only one person.
This person exuded a cold aura, a sharpness hidden in his clothes. He did not share the world of snow, and seemed to have the will to transcend the mortal world.
This was an expert of the Divine Domain.
"Tie Shu has an extremely profound cultivation. He does not use subtlety to win, only strength. In terms of fighting strength, he can be ranked in the top three of the Storms of the Eight Directions."
Wang Po said to Chen Chang Sheng.
Back in Xunyang City, when he and Chen Chang Sheng worked together to fight Zhu Luo, they had no chance of victory, not even the slightest chance.
The Tie Shu that had appeared on the snowy street today had a cultivation similar to Zhu Luo's, and he was even younger. His qi, blood, and will were at their peak.
Just as Wang Po had commented, in terms of pure fighting strength, Tie Shu, Bie Yanghong, and that other old monster were the strongest.
Even if the Elder of Heavenly Secrets were resurrected, he would not necessarily be stronger in this aspect.
Today, they had to face precisely this sort of person.
Tie Shu was not standing on the street, but sitting at a table on the side of the street.
There were several chairs at the table.
"Let's part ways here."
"Okay."
"I'll go sit for a while."
"Okay."
This simple conversation concluded.
Chen Chang Sheng and Wang Po parted on the street.
Wang Po walked to the side of the street.
Chen Chang Sheng walked to the courtyard at the end of the street.
Wang Po wanted to sit at that table.
He sat down for a while.
He wanted to meet Tie Shu.
Although he was at the top of the Proclamation of Liberation, the unquestionable number one expert of the younger generation, he was still far from a legendary expert like Tie Shu.
However, no one dared to say that he would definitely lose.
Because he was Wang Po.
His family was ruined, and he wandered to Tamsui, then to Tiannan. He spent his entire life fighting against fate.
Whether it was the Great Zhou Imperial Court or an expert like Zhu Luo.
Up until today, he hadn't really won a match, but he hadn't lost either.
Wang Po of Tianliang was best at fighting the strong with the weak.
The courtyard at the end of the street was once filled with crabapple blossoms, but tonight it was covered in snow.
Chen Chang Sheng walked towards that direction. His expression was calm, his steps were steady, his breathing was steady, and his heart was at ease.
He knew that this courtyard was assuredly hiding many assassins, killers, experts, and even the upper level Star Condensation Lord Zhou Tong.
But he was not afraid, because he had been here before.
He hadn't been able to kill Zhou Tong that time, but he would definitely be able to today.
He was confident that he could take Zhou Tong's head from the army of ten thousand.
Because the Dao he cultivated and the sword he learned had always made him a match for ten thousand.
It was just that other than that time when he returned south from the wastelands and killed someone in the tea shop, he had never had the chance to show it to the world.
The Orthodoxy's Chen Chang Sheng was best at fighting the many alone.
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