Chapter 838 – Taking Your Umbrella in the Snow (1/2)
Chapter 838 – Taking Your Umbrella in the Snow
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Archbishop An Lin stepped forward and placed a cloak over Chen Changsheng's shoulders.
Time slowly passed. The snowstorm showed no signs of slackening, and actually intensified, transforming Wenshui City into a vast expanse of white and causing the temperature to rapidly drop.
The layer of snow on the umbrella grew thicker and thicker, but Chen Changsheng's grip on the umbrella remained steady, not trembling in the slightest.
He naturally had no intention of leaving.
The dark papal robe, the white cloak, and the shabby umbrella formed a very pleasing sight.
But as they saw this, the people of both the Orthodoxy and the Tang clan grew more and more concerned.
A tense atmosphere gradually settled around the old estate. Even the hill behind it became somewhat chilling and threatening.
At present, still no one was able to confirm what Chen Changsheng was truly thinking.
Did he want to use his sincerity to move the Tang Old Master? Or did he plan to use his identity as Pope to intimidate the entire Tang clan?
Regardless of which, if he continued to stand in the snow, something would go wrong eventually.
Just when the mood outside the old estate was getting more and more tense, when Linghai Zhiwang's expression was getting gloomier and gloomier, and even the old estate's steward was beginning to pale, a sound suddenly fell in everyone's ears.
This was the pleasant crunching sound of military boots stepping on the soft snow.
An officer walked out of the snowy street.
This officer had a full beard stained with snow, obscuring his real age.
Under the gaze of countless experts, in a flurry of snow, he casually walked over, right up to Chen Changsheng's side.
And then, he stretched out his hand and took Chen Changsheng's umbrella.
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Many years ago…
Chen Changsheng stood on the highest point of the Mausoleum of Zhou, holding an umbrella as the wind howled around him, holding up the collapsing sky.
In the next moment, he appeared tens of thousands of li away in the snowy plains of the demon realm. In the distance, he was even able to see the outline of Xuelao City.
At the time, he had still been maintaining his half-kneeling posture while holding up the umbrella.
He heard footsteps, and then an exclamation.
”Oh, there's a sword.”
That person had taken the Yellow Paper Umbrella in his hand.
And then he had taken a sword out of the umbrella.
A Demon General had collapsed.
A tear had even been made in that shadow in the sky.
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Many years later…
As a snowstorm fell over Wenshui City, Chen Changsheng was once more holding that umbrella.
Footsteps once more came from behind him.
This person said nothing, just straightforwardly took the umbrella from his hands.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng mistakenly believed that that person had returned.
But they had not.
He also knew the person that had come today.
For some reason, when Luo Bu took the umbrella, Chen Changsheng felt much lighter, as if he had shed a great deal of weight.
Luoluo had once told him in the Orthodox Academy that the White Emperor had told her that she would live a blessed and happy life, because when the sky was falling, a tall person would stand and hold it up for her.
He was taller than Luoluo, so whether confronting a demon assassination or at any other time, he was always there to hold up the sky for her.
This had also been the case in the Garden of Zhou.
Only now had someone taller than him appeared.
Only now did someone take the umbrella in his hand.
On the snowy plains, Su Li had taken his umbrella.
Today, it was instead Luo Bu that took his umbrella.