Chapter 1011 – The Courtyard Surrounded in the Snow (2/2)
Chen Changsheng did not explain. This was a problem between him and Shang Xingzhou, and it was inappropriate to speak of it to outsiders.
”You alone are not enough to kill Shang Xingzhou.”
The Demon Lord proposed, ”I can help you, and once all those old codgers are dead, and we fight again, won't it be much more pleasant?”
Chen Changsheng said, ”The demons stand to gain the most from a fight between me and my teacher.”
The Demon Lord answered, ”I understand what you mean, so before that, I will express my sincerity.”
Upon hearing these words, Chen Changsheng was shocked speechless. He had not even thought in that direction.
In the snowy demon lands of the north, who else could have the same importance as Shang Xingzhou?
Chen Changsheng had never expected that the Demon Lord was prepared to come to blows with his most accomplished minister, his fellow conspirator, his own teacher!
Since he had not expected it, he naturally found it hard to believe, and these emotions manifested in his eyes.
The Demon Lord knew that it would truly be difficult to convince Chen Changsheng, but he could not give the reason.
”If you agree, I naturally won't attempt to snatch Xu Yourong or your female student. I can even give my younger sister to you.”
The Demon Lord faintly smiled. ”In any case, she's been by your side the entire time.”
Chen Changsheng still found it impossible to understand. ”Just what are you thinking?”
The Demon Lord said, ”I've already said what I wanted to say. If you make a decision in the future, you might as well write me a letter.”
Chen Changsheng asked, ”A letter?”
The Demon Lord said, ”Grand Scholar Tungus and that generation's Pope often exchanged letters. We can follow their example.”
Chen Changsheng thought this proposition over, then said, ”If we can both leave White Emperor City alive, I will write you a letter.”
Yes, surviving was the prerequisite for everything.
Disregarding the numerous dangers hidden within White Emperor City, they were both the greatest threat to each other.
No matter how much their conversation had talked of peace, working together, help, and even friendship.
If there was a chance, they would choose without hesitation to kill the other.
Like in the moment this conversation came to an end.
Snow incessantly fell.
The only tree in the courtyard had already become white.
The only color came from the small clay stove.
Because the stove and pot were hot, and for some reason, the water in the pot never boiled dry.
Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord no longer spoke. They quietly sat for a long time, gradually turning into two snowmen.
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Countless snowmen were outside the courtyard.
The farthest were the leaders of various demi-human tribes and a few valiant and powerful experts.
On the road running by the stone wall stood several hundred Xiang clan suicide soldiers. Led by Xiang Qiu, they warily kept watch in front of them.
The Xiang clan leader stood at the very front, a massive snow-capped mountain.
But he was not the person closest to the courtyard.
Closest to the courtyard were five carriages. The Archbishop of the Western Wastes and his priests stood behind the carriages, all of them extremely respectful.
Besides the five carriages, there was also a group of people standing in the snow.
They were government laborers, a girl who bought cosmetics, fortune-tellers, elders who sold sesame seed candy, and a blind zither player.
The Xiang clan leader stared at the blind zither player, his expression incredibly grave.
As one of the strongest demi-human experts, only half a step from the Divine, why could he not see through this blind zither player?
And just what sort of people were inside those five carriages?