Chapter 1006 – The Small White Flower Falling in the Hair, a Murderous Aura Gradually Spreading (2/2)

Chen Changsheng did not wait for the mood in front of the Imperial City to grow more complicated, nor did he wait for an answer to his question.

”No one can stop me from seeing His Majesty the White Emperor.”

He stared into the Xiang clan leader's eyes and solemnly added, ”Unless you kill me.”

After saying this, he walked forward.

In the shroud of the night, the Imperial City was extremely quiet, his footsteps loud and clear.

Several thousand elite demi-human cavalry and many demi-human experts, either concealed in the darkness or already revealed, silently and nervously stood at the ready.

The same blood ran through their bodies, and now they felt the same cold sweat.

With Chen Changsheng's footsteps, the atmosphere in the Imperial City grew increasingly tense.

As Chen Changsheng got closer and closer, the Xiang clan leader's expression turned graver and graver.

As Chen Changsheng got farther and farther, Xiang Qiu's complexion grew darker and darker.

Chen Changsheng's words might have been able to stir doubt in the crowd, even change a few stances, but the pair were confident that they could keep Chen Changsheng here.

They could even kill Chen Changsheng.

And they were certainly not afraid to kill Chen Changsheng.

Because the two of them were currently furious.

In their view, Chen Changsheng was too sinister. He was not like a Pope at all, but more like the legendary Demon Military Advisor Black Robe.

How could he use such a shameless lie to frame and slander them?

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The Red River Beast Guards in front of the Imperial City silently yielded the path, parting like the tide.

As Chen Changsheng walked past the Xiang clan leader, he did not even pay him a glance.

Xiang Qiu groaned at this sight, blood trickling from his lips as he suffered an internal injury.

Even so, neither he nor his father attacked Chen Changsheng.

Because the darkness deep within the Imperial City had remained silent, no voice issuing from within.

Chen Changsheng entered the Imperial City, just like he had for several nights.

When he was still a young Daoist from Xining Village entering the capital for the first time, his gaze had been just as calm, his expression just as resolved.

And then, he saw Madam Mu.

Beneath a pear tree, in front of a stone hall.

It was not the season for pear trees to bloom, but since that pear tree on the observation platform had been able to bloom several days ago, the pear tree could naturally bloom now as well.

A breeze blew past, though it was hard to tell if it was from the Starfall Mountains in the north or the great sea to the west.

Countless white flowers dropped from the branches, falling on the ground and on her body.

One little flower dropped straight onto her hair. It lightly shook in the wind, both beautiful and tinged with a hint of mourning.

Her white dress was very plain and seemed extremely solemn.

Her eyes were a glossy black. Reflecting the starlight, they appeared extremely serene, seeming to embody the secrets of the heavens, but also a desire to kill.

Her visage was one of apathy, but there was an extremely faint sorrow concealed within.

Had somebody died?

Was she mourning a relative?

Was it that Imperial Uncle of the Great Western Continent called Mu?

Or was it someone even closer to her?

Or was it himself in a little while?

Chen Changsheng thought of this question, but he had no desire to know the answer.