The blue-clothed stranger had not expected Chen Changsheng to see through his background at a glance. After a moment of silence, he said, "I didn't think that the level of the experts of the continent would be so high. When Guan Xingke went to our side, he was far inferior to you, and Tie Shu was even more inferior. Could it be that your side is more suited for cultivation?"
The Guan Xingke and Tie Shu he spoke of were both experts with deep ties to the Great Western Continent, and Tie Shu had originally been a person of the Great Western Continent.
"You and Tie Shu are old friends?" Wang Po asked.
The stranger replied, "We truly are old acquaintances."
Wang Po calmly looked at him and asked, "You want to avenge him?"
The strange man in blue laughed, his voice still as hoarse as before.
"Avenge? Back then, I chased Tie Shu into the sea, but he was ultimately saved by Guan Xingke. He wouldn't want me to avenge him, would he? "
In the battle of the capital three years ago, Tie Shu had died to Wang Po's blade that had broken through, but no one could deny Tie Shu's strength. In the Great Western Continent, Tie Shu had not yet broken through that threshold, but he was still an extremely talented expert. For him to be chased so miserably by this person meant that this person had an extremely high status and reputation in the Great Western Continent.
Wang Po recalled this person's emotional sigh and said, "It's not that the Central Plains is more suited for cultivation, but that there are many cultivators on our side, so the competition is inevitably fierce."
The blue-clothed stranger thought for a moment, then said, "That's reasonable. Then in your view, what is my current position in the Central Plains?"
Wang Po replied, "You should be able to rank in the top ten."
The continent was vast and filled with countless experts. For a grandmaster of the blade like Wang Po to personally affirm that this person could rank in the top ten showed that this person was truly extraordinary.
However, this sentence was only exchanged for a sigh from the strange man in cyan clothes.
"Only the top ten?"
The stranger sighed, "Content with a corner, peace and joy, in the end, is not the correct path of cultivation. One is certain to fall behind."
Wang Po replied, "Peace and joy is also what one wishes for."
"If one falls behind, one will be beaten, and if one closes oneself off, one will eventually decay. We should still return," the stranger said as he looked into Wang Po's eyes.
Wang Po was quiet for a very long time, then said, "I have no opinion on this matter."
If the humans of the Great Western Continent wanted to return to the Central Plains, it would assuredly be a major event that would provoke many troubles and disputes.
Even if only a small portion of the experts returned, they still needed territory and resources.
But from Emperor Taizong to the Tianhai Divine Empress to the present, from the alliance with the Demi-human race to the confluence of the north and south, to the union of the east and west, this was the general trend of events.
Because in order to fight against the Devil Race, until the Devil Race was completely annihilated, humans must unite all their strength.
After all, the people living in the Great Western Continent were all humans. In the view of many human experts, they were more trustworthy than the demi-humans of White Emperor City and should be closer to them. As for the demi-humans themselves, they might have been worried that the return of the Great Western Continent to the continent would affect their status, but now that their empress came from the Great Western Continent, they probably wouldn't be too wary.
There were very few people with the right to decide this matter: the Emperor of the Great Zhou, the Pope, the Holy Maiden, the White Emperor couple, and now Shang Xingzhou.
An expert like Wang Po naturally had a certain right to speak.
In the past, Wang Po had supported this idea, but now his opinion had changed.
It was obvious that Shang Xingzhou had used Madam Mu to form some sort of agreement with the Great Western Continent through Madam Mu, whether it was the fact that Mu Jiushi had almost become the successor to the Pope or that this Divine Domain expert of the Great Western Continent had led people to try and kill Shang Xingzhou.
The standoff between the Great Zhou Imperial Court and the Orthodoxy was growing more and more severe by the day, each staring at the other. It was already extremely difficult for the Imperial Court to stealthily dispatch true experts to kill the Pope, but the Great Western Continent was a power outside the original chessboard.
If Chen Changsheng had really followed his original plan and followed the river, if Wang Po had not come, the Great Western Continent really might have been able to kill him.
Wang Po could not accept such a thing.
"Since you have no opinion on this matter, why are you here?"
The blue-clothed stranger looked at him and said, "The Orthodoxy was assuredly prepared and did not need you to take the lead. Or perhaps His Holiness the Pope wants to use this method to force you to state your position?"
"Just because I don't have any thoughts doesn't mean that I don't have a stance. My stance has never changed."
Wang Po replied, "Back then, between Tianhai and the Imperial clan, between the Imperial Court and Su Li, and now between teacher and student, I have always maintained the correct position."
The stranger in black asked, "What is correct?"
Wang Po replied, "His Holiness the Pope is a good person."
What was the correct position? How could one determine right and wrong? It was originally just a simple matter of good and bad.
But people would change, so how could one determine? If one could not look at a lifetime, then one could look at a moment. As long as one was good in this moment, it was enough. For example, the heavily injured Su Li in the snowy plains of the demon realm, or the heavily injured Chen Changsheng by Hai Di on the battlefield more than a year ago. None of them should have been treated in such a manner by their own world.
After a moment of silence, the stranger asked, "What if it was the Tang clan that wanted to kill him?"
Wang Po recalled that snowstorm in the capital three years ago.
He and Tie Shu had sat on opposite sides of the table, and the Tang Second Master had said four words.
Kindness as weighty as a mountain.
So what?
He had still struck the Second Master in the face with his blade sheathed, and he had still used his blade to break the sheath and slash Tie Shu.
Kindness as weighty as a mountain had to be repaid, but it was a different matter to demand repayment for kindness.
The stranger understood his silence and shook his head. "Back then, it was the Tang Second Master. Now that he wants to enter Wenshui, you have to face the Old Master."
Many years ago, Wang Po had worked as an accountant in Wenshui for many years. The Tang Old Master had treated him like his own son, nurturing him. It had been many years since he had returned to Wenshui, so would he return this year? Just as the stranger had said, the entire continent wanted to know: if he really did return to Wenshui, just how would he face the Old Master? No matter how strong he was, no matter how firm his will, could he still raise his blade against the Tang Old Master?
As he watched Wang Po's figure vanish downstream, Luo Bu fell silent for a very long time. His fingers lightly moved through the wintersweet flowers, making no sound.
If it were him, he would also not know how to deal with this situation.
The azure-robed stranger also left.
Luo Bu left the riverbank and followed, maintaining a distance of around two or three li.
This mysterious visitor from the Great Western Continent was clearly an expert of the Divine Domain. Following him without alarming him was an extremely difficult task, even suicidal. But Luo Bu had no intention of stopping, because he wanted to find out the truth of this matter.
Just like back then, for the sake of obtaining that key, he had braved enormous dangers to contend with the young experts of Xuelao City for several months.
And he was confident that he would not be discovered by the stranger.
The two shores of the river were covered in dead winter grass, covered in frost. It was very similar to the grass around Sloping Cliff Horse Farm, looking like countless swords piled together.
As he walked through the frost grass, he seemed to become one with his surroundings, because he was also a sword.
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