The Prince of Xiang gazed at the distant platform, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
The Wu clan head and the Mutuo clan's Old Lady were still calm, as if they had heard nothing.
Gou Hanshi slightly shook his head to Bai Cai, urging him to keep calm.
The Vice Principal of Scholartree Manor arched his brows, an expression of surprise appearing on his face.
People like them had long expected the Li Palace to object to the closing of South Stream Temple, and Chen Changsheng to stand and speak.
Those two martial grandaunts of South Stream Temple had just been too agitated and did not have a deep understanding of Chen Changsheng, so they had not thought about this.
But since South Stream Temple's will was united, what could he do?
Chen Changsheng's method was extremely simple.
No one asked him, so he asked himself and answered.
His answer was one word.
"No."
