Gravel rolled around the ground, blown by the wind. Its soft rumble mixed with the sound of the swords cutting against the wind, combining into an even more plaintive and mournful sound.
It was very quiet inside Maple Forest Pavilion. Tang Thirty-Six and Xu Yourong said nothing as they silently watched Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng.
Only Wang Zhice's voice was floating in the breeze.
This battle that was soon to alter the course of history had finally reached a result.
But just what had happened a moment ago?
Shang Xingzhou was holding Chen Changsheng's throat, able to determine his life or death, but Wang Zhice was saying that he had lost?
Shang Xingzhou looked at Chen Changsheng and suddenly asked, "When did you learn it?"
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In the Hundred Herb Garden, Yuren stood by the stone table, staring at the academy wall.
Above the clouds, Zhizhi looked down at that building, saying nothing.
