Chapter 488 – Viewing the Sword (2/2)

Ze Tian Ji Mao Ni 38230K 2022-07-22

Mo Yu guessed at what he was thinking and smiled, ”But the last time I went to Wenshui with the Empress, he was only three, just like a mud-covered monkey. Who could have expected that he would grow so much?”

Even Chen Changsheng, who was rather slow in this aspect, was able to understand the meaning behind these words.

Tang Thirty-Six was naturally able to understand, but this meant he had to act even more like he didn't understand.

Mo Yu was no spoiled princeling like Bie Tianxin. She was Grand Lady Mo, and the Divine Empress behind her was far more terrifying than Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi added together!

An heir of an aristocratic family like Tang Thirty-Six naturally knew when the time was appropriate to be wanton and when it was time to be low-key.

Chen Changsheng was not very used to Tang Thirty-Six's expression. This was because, up to now, he still had no idea what Mo Yu's position in the Zhou Dynasty was.

Of course, he couldn't be blamed for this. It could only be said that the Mo Yu that had been presented before him was too unlike Mo Yu.

They arrived at the lakeside of the Separate Garden. It was very beautiful and quiet here, the wall cutting them off from the burning gazes of the distant young students.

Only now did Mo Yu finally formally introduce, ”This man is one of the head managers of the Pavilion of Divination.”

Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six gave the bow of the junior generation towards this manager.

One was the successor of the Orthodox Academy and one was the successor of the Wenshui Tang clan, but they were both young. Crucially, this man was a manager of the Pavilion of Divination, not some ordinary place's manager. They didn't dare disregard the Pavilion of Divination. Besides, Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six had an exceptionally good impression of the Pavilion of Divination and the Divination Elder. The commentary and expectations the Divination Elder had announced at the changing of ranks for the Proclamation of Azure Sky for the students of the Orthodox Academy had not been forgotten by them.

That head manager also did not dare to slight them, solemnly returning their greetings. He turned to Tang Thirty-Six and smiled, ”Recently, we've cooperated very happily with Young Master Tang. I hope that we can continue to work together.”

This was naturally speaking of the two sides working together to win money from the Ivy Academies challenging the Orthodox Academy.

Tang Thirty-Six modestly replied, ”You flatter me, it's primarily because of Chen Changsheng's excellent coordination.”

The manager roared with laughter, then turned to Chen Changsheng, ”Principal Chen's four swords have engaged the guardians in enthusiastic discussion for several days. All of them say that Principal's cultivation of the path of the sword is truly unfathomable.”

In the end, Chen Changsheng was not a businessman. His face was not as thick as Tang Thirty-Six and that manager's, so he was rather embarrassed by these words.

Mo Yu glanced at him. She didn't say anything, but he could see that her gaze was rich with mockery.

The reason for this manager's visit had been clearly explained in the Bureau of Ecclesiastic Education's message that had been sent on behalf of the palace. As a result, Xuanyuan Po had the students leave the library in advance, leaving the place empty.

Chen Changsheng removed his dagger from his waist and offered it up with both hands to the head manager.

The head manager took the sword, but he was in no rush to extract it from its sheath.

His gaze rested on the surface of the sheath, remaining fixated on it for a very long time.

Chen Changsheng's mood instantly grew nervous.

Although his master and the Pope had both said that no one could forcefully open this sheath, when he thought of all the things within the sheath—the several thousand famous swords, those treasures which he had kept stored all this time and had not even told Tang Thirty-Six of, and most importantly of all, the illusory black monolith—he couldn't help but be nervous.