The important personages in front of the stone hall did not know of those events taking place in front of the Imperial City, did not what specifically had happened, and certainly did not know that the massive rock had been slashed into a thousand piles of snow and become the reason for a marriage between a Bear tribe laborer and a noble lady of the upper city.
But they knew what the swords that had flown out of Chen Changsheng's sheath had done.
Silence reigned around the observation platform.
Chen Changsheng had won again.
The Demon Lord was well aware, as were all the important individuals, just where Chen Changsheng had won, and what was meant by 'again'.
Madam Mu maintained her indifferent visage, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking. However, individuals like the Xiang clan leader and the Grand Duke from the Deer tribe had rather nasty complexions.
