The Imperial Court had made its stance known.
The White Tiger Divine General standing up with those several hundred experts was also a stance, and also incredibly intimidating.
The crowd became somewhat disorderly, with many sects turning to look at their companions around them to know which side they would choose.
Chen Changsheng watched this sight in silence, his thoughts inscrutable.
Hu Thirty-Two also felt that it would be best if the Pope could summon the Black Dragon to clearly explain this matter, but for some reason, the Pope refused to do so. He walked up to Chen Changsheng and softly said, "While protected by South Stream Temple's sword array, Your Holiness should summon Nanke and escape."
Chen Changsheng remained silent.
He had not expected that the foreboding he had felt yesterday in front of the stone wall at Holy Maiden Peak's summit would actually concern himself.
This was truly a terrifying plot. At present, he still could not find any obvious flaws.
