Chapter 870 – The Secret Sinking into the Depths of the River (2/2)

A girl with a dull expression appeared on the shore of the river. It was Nanke.

Chen Changsheng got up from the ground, brushed the dust off his body, then glanced at Nanke. He wanted to say something, but ultimately chose to keep his silence.

Soon after, three people dropped from the air onto the meadow.

Tang Thirty-Six and Hu Thirty-Two were as usual, looking the same as they did when they had entered the Garden of Zhou.

But Zhexiu had a rather miserable appearance. His clothes were covered in even more dust than Chen Changsheng's, and they were also a little torn up. Surprisingly, his face was wounded as well.

Chen Changsheng was shocked, thinking, There should be no enemies in the Garden of Zhou, so just who was he fighting with so fiercely?

Seeing his gaze, Zhexiu explained, ”I was fighting a round with those monsters.”

These words caused Tang Thirty-Six to recall that sight and repeatedly shake his head. Hu Thirty-Two also showed a very complex expression.

As they sat at the highest point of the Mausoleum of Zhou, dust roiled around them, and the monster tide charged forward, their enraged howls seemingly about to tear the sky apart.

Zhexiu was like a rock, occasionally submerged inside the tide, then appearing again. They found themselves admiring him, but also worried.

Chen Changsheng did not ask why Zhexiu had fought those monsters, because he knew the reason.

Back then, in the Plains of the Unsetting Sun, the blind Zhexiu had carried Qi Jian on his back as they fled. He had long since established a deep grudge with those monsters.

Hu Thirty-Two gazed at Chen Changsheng, his expression even more reverential.

In Wenshui City and on their journey through the canyon, this archbishop had been extremely respectful to Chen Changsheng, and it had been a heartfelt respect. Now, however, his respect for Chen Changsheng came from an even deeper part of his heart.

How could one determine the ability and potential of a true expert? A very simple method was seeing how large a miniature world they could possess.

The larger the miniature world they could control, the more powerful they were.

He had now confirmed the rumor: the Garden of Zhou truly was in the Pope's hands.

Many years ago, he had held a post in the Hall of Pure Virtue and had once entered the Green Leaf World of the previous Pope.

He was certain that the Green Leaf World was far smaller than the Garden of Zhou.

This made him feel even more confident in the future prospects of the Pope, the Orthodoxy, and… himself.

Chen Changsheng naturally did not know that Hu Thirty-Two's entering the Garden of Zhou would have some positive effects, just like how he did not know what benefits would arise from bringing An Hua and Chen Chou into the Garden of Zhou.

His gaze at the moment was focused on that distant group of mountains.

The mountains were graceful and lush with greenery. Even under the light of the noon sun, there was no hint of dryness. Just looking at them would calm one's mind.

As one headed deeper into the mountains, they became lusher and greener, but the sight did not become boring. Gradually, the green was diluted by clouds and mist, adding to the beauty of the mountains.

In the deepest parts of the clouds, one could faintly see an extremely tall mountain. It seemed both real and unreal, its true appearance completely shrouded by the clouds.

Was that Holy Maiden Peak?

Seeing that distant mountain, Tang Thirty-Six became somewhat excited. After all, Holy Maiden Peak was a renowned holy land, and this was his first time seeing it with his own eyes.

Chen Changsheng's change in mood was more because Holy Maiden Peak was the place where Xu Yourong had lived and cultivated.

In her later letters, Xu Yourong had never described Holy Maiden Peak.

He had imagined it many times.

Although Xu Yourong was still probably in seclusion, unable to meet…

When he thought of how she was on that mountain, he still felt a deep longing.

It was just like that most cliché of descriptions.

He wanted nothing more than to sprout wings and fly over.

Nanke walked in front of him, raised her head, and gave him a very serious look. ”You want to fly? Then just tell me.”