Shouting out Su Li's hidden whereabouts had compelled all the people and matters that had been hidden in the night to be revealed under the light of the sun. Chen Changsheng had not intended for this to happen, but he had acted accorded to his heart's desire, as what he cared the most about was following his heart. However, before he had carried out this action, he had carefully considered what would happen afterwards, and thought that the good outweighed the bad. It was precisely why Liang Wangsun had sighed so regretfully.
This was a sort of strategy, and it was a calculation. All the principles Su Li had taught him on their journey south, like planning for war or sword techniques, had all been used. Looking at it from another point of view, the four words he had shouted into Xunyang City which basked in the spring sunshine were like a thrust from his Intellectual Sword into the pitch-black night, finally tearing a hole through it and finding a little light.
