Chapter 943 – The Young Man from the Demon Race (2/2)
She had always been the mother of all demi-humans.
The shadows flickered as a young man walked in.
This young man was very handsome and tall, carrying himself with an elegant demeanor.
He was the Second Prince of the Great Western Continent.
Madam Mu pityingly said, ”You came this time for nothing. I have truly troubled you.”
The Second Prince smiled. ”What does a little rain or wind matter for the sake of Cousin's happiness? And besides, it's been many years since I last saw the two shores of the Red River, and I rather missed them.”
Madam Mu said, ”After the Heavenly Selection begins, enter the Celestial Tree and comprehend the Wildfire. It will greatly assist you in your cultivation.”
”It's rare for me to make a visit, so I naturally have to gain some profit, but… just who has Aunt chosen to be Cousin's husband?”
The Second Prince curiously asked, ”Aunt is so sure that he will be chosen by the ancestral spirits?”
Madam Mu replied, ”I have only arranged for him to be baptised by the Wildfire in the Celestial Tree. As for whether the Demi-human race's ancestral spirits will choose him, he will have to rely on his own capabilities.”
The Second Prince thought for a while, then asked, ”Is it Xiaode?”
Madam Mu patted him on the arm. ”Don't think about it too much. Chat with your younger aunt a little. Her mood recently has been very poor.”
The Second Prince coldly laughed. ”If I didn't know that Chen Changsheng won't be coming, I would definitely have to exchange a few blows with him.”
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The day that the Great Western Continent's diplomatic mission arrived at White Emperor City…
Was also the second day after Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi arrived at White Emperor City…
And was also the third day after the internal discord of South Stream Temple…
And was also the day before the Heavenly Selection ceremony was to take place.
At that time, Chen Changsheng was still at Mount Li. He had still not received the letter delivered from the capital by Red Goose, nor had he obtained his master Shang Xingzhou's personal letter from the Prince of Louyang.
Neither the Imperial Court nor the Orthodoxy had received any news from White Emperor City. As for Shang Xingzhou, who knew so well the secrets of the heavens, his gaze was still aimed at the north, at Xuelao City.
No one knew that many days ago, one person left Xuelao City, reaching White Emperor City the same day as the Great Western Continent's diplomatic mission.
This young man easily passed through the inspection of the guards and took as his residence a courtyard in the eastern part of the city.
This courtyard had stood for many years. It was very ordinary, but also very large. Its floor was covered with yellow sand, giving it the appearance of a desert.
A few bloodstains could be seen on the sand. They glistened like they had been mixed with bits of gold, though they had long since ceased to give off any scent.
Deep within the sand was a tree.
This tree was not very large and its canopy was by no means lush. However, it cast a massive shadow against the ground, letting not a spot of light through. It was so gloomy that it seemed like true darkness.
The young man stood beneath the tree.
Although the shadows were thick, one could clearly see that there were no demon horns on his head, explaining how he had been able to enter the city so easily.
”This is the last foothold my Divine race has in White Emperor City? Green blood and yellow sands—it's a little interesting.”
The young man held his hands behind his back as he curiously surveyed his surroundings, but it was hard to say who he was talking to.
”If the White Emperor is not truly sleeping, then this is too dangerous. Quickly leave, Military Advisor.”
”Yes, Your Majesty.”
The wind gently rustled the tree leaves, causing the shadows to shake in unease. It was like a sleeve, and also like someone was speaking.
In the courtyard of yellow sand, only the young man remained, his hands held behind his back.
He raised his head up to the sky.
The winter sun shone upon his face.
His face was rather pale and unhealthy-looking.
He narrowed his eyes.
Holding one's hands behind one's back, looking up to the sky, and narrowing one's eyes… it seemed like many important people in the world liked to do such things.
Yes, the young man from Xuelao City was a truly important personage.
He was the one that Chen Changsheng had met in the snowy mountains: the young Demon Lord.