While the southern experts came north with the excuse of the Grand Examination and Xu Yourong was wielding the authority of the southern diplomatic mission, while storms gathered between the capital and Luoyang, and thunder began to boom across all levels of society, Chen Changsheng never once stated his opinion. He quietly sat in his stone room, comprehending the sword, until today. He had suddenly exploded with power, borrowing the momentum to force Shang Xingzhou to agree to a fight with him.
He could truly be said to have racked his brains for all this.
He naturally wanted to win this fight, but more important was the fight itself.
He wanted to use this fight to force Shang Xingzhou to the edge of the cliff, to the most extreme of situations.
He wanted Shang Xingzhou to vividly feel the danger of defeat, feel strange gazes, feel the irresolute future that came from all things turning to nothing.
