In the battle on the Bridge of Helplessness, Chen Changsheng had defeated Xu Yourong, confirming his status as successor of the Orthodoxy.
But on that night, he had not gone to the Great Hall of Light, electing instead to eat stewed beef ribs with Xu Yourong on Fortune Peace Road.
The one to face countless shocked gazes and raise his hand to ask for leave for him had been Tang Thirty-Six.
The person who had lowered their head and received for him the Divine Staff that symbolized the Orthodoxy's authority was also Tang Thirty-Six.
Today, the person holding the Divine Staff to maintain the Li Palace's array and lock it on the person in that courtyard of snow was still Tang Thirty-Six.
This sort of pressure was truly too great. Even someone like Tang Thirty-Six was not willing to do it again.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and smiled, and then he turned his head back to the snowbound courtyard, his smile gradually fading.
