Chapter 816 – The Great Western Continents Ambitions (2/2)

The conflict between the Great Zhou Imperial Court and the Orthodoxy was worsening by the day, each side keeping watch over the other, making it extremely difficult for the Imperial Court to secretly mobilize true experts and kill the Pope. However, the Great Western Continent was a power that came from beyond the chessboard.

If Chen Changsheng had truly journeyed along the river as he had originally planned, then if Wang Po had not come, the Great Western Continent really might have killed him.

Wang Po would not accept this.

”Since you have no opinion on the matter, why did you appear here?”

The blue-clothed stranger asked, ”The Orthodoxy must have had preparations, so your presence was not needed, or perhaps His Holiness the Pope wished to use this method to force you into making a stand?”

”Just because I have no opinion does not mean that I do not have a standpoint. My standpoint has never once changed.”

Wang Po continued, ”When it was Tianhai against the Imperial clan, the Imperial Court against Su Li, or now where it's teacher against student, I have always supported the correct standpoint.”

The stranger asked, ”What do you mean by 'correct'?”

Wang Po answered, ”His Holiness the Pope is a good person.”

What was a correct standpoint? How could one determine right and wrong? It turned out to be just a simple question of good or bad.

But people would always change, so how could one make a judgment? Since one could not look at the entire life, one could only look at the moment. As long as they were a good person at this moment, then it was enough. When Su Li was heavily injured on the snowy plains several years ago or when Chen Changsheng was heavily wounded by Hai Di just a little bit more than a year ago, they should not have been treated this way by their own world.

After a moment of silence, the blue-clothed stranger asked, ”And if it is the Tang clan that wants to kill him?”

Wang Po recalled that snowstorm in the capital from three years ago.

While he and Tie Shu sat across from each other at the table, the Tang Second Master spoke four words.

'Kindness weighty as mountains'.

So what?

He still used his sheathed blade to slap the Second Master on the face. He still used his blade to break through the sheath and slay Tie Shu.

If kindness was as weighty as mountains, then it should be returned, but seeking repayment of kindness was another matter entirely.

The stranger understood his silence and shook his head. ”It was the Tang Second Master that time, but if he enters Wenshui now, he will be confronting the Old Master.”

Many years ago, Wang Po had worked as an accountant in Wenshui for quite a few years. The Tang Old Master had treated and raised him like his own son. It had been many years since he had returned to Wenshui; would he return this year? Just as the blue-clothed stranger said, the entire continent wanted to know, if he really did return to Wenshui, how would he face the Old Master? No matter how strong he was, how firm his will, could he possibly raise his blade against the Tang Old Master?

As he watched Wang Po's figure vanish downstream, Luo Bu fell into a long silence. His fingers moved lightly amongst the winter plums, not making a sound.

Even he would not know what to do in this situation.

The blue-clothed stranger also left.

Luo Bu left the river bank, following them at a distance of about two to three li.

This mysterious visitor from the Great Western Continent was clearly an expert of the Divine Domain. Following them undiscovered was incredibly difficult, perhaps even a death sentence. But Luo Bu had no intention of stopping, because he wanted to know the entire truth of the matter.

It was just like how, several years ago, he had contended with the young experts of Xuelao City and taken enormous risks for the sake of that key.

And now he was confident that he would not be discovered by the stranger.

Both banks of the river were covered in dead grass carpeted with frost. They looked very similar to the grass around Sloping Cliff Horse Farm, like countless swords piled together.

He walked amidst this frosted grass as if wanting to become one with it, because he was also a sword.