Chapter 1078 – Held (2/2)
In the entire process, their positions and the connections between them remained in order, extremely tight and flawless.
If one looked down from the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, they might think about time being reversed on a broken flower pot, causing it to come together again.
'I can hold you.'
It sounded like something ordinary, but actually doing it was not so simple.
Holding a supreme expert was not necessarily as easy as killing one.
Shang Xingzhou had a pure and wondrous Dao, and was able to travel a hundred li on a gust of wind. Even in the sealed area of the Mausoleum of Books, he could retreat unimpeded.
Not even the Tianhai Divine Empress would have been able to say such words to Shang Xingzhou.
In the entire world, only Holy Maiden Peak could have such confidence, because they had the South Stream Temple sword array.
In Zhou Dufu's prime, he had still been held by the South Stream Temple sword array for some time.
If Xu Yourong only wanted to hold Shang Xingzhou in the sword array for some time, she could probably do it.
But what was her goal in keeping Shang Xingzhou here?
Shang Xingzhou had come because of Wang Po.
If he were held by the South Stream Temple sword array, Wang Po naturally could leave.
Where would Wang Po go?
Shang Xingzhou looked at Wang Po.
Wang Po explained, ”My mission was to draw you here.”
Shang Xingzhou asked, ”You can leave?”
Wang Po looked to the end of the Divine Path and said, ”The Mausoleum of Books will always be here. If I want to come, I can do so whenever I please.”
Shang Xingzhou's eyes chilled. ”You believe that you can leave?”
These were two similar questions, but they had different meanings.
The former asked about willingness while the latter spoke of ability.
Wang Po perked his brows at Shang Xingzhou's question.
His eyes and brows were rather close, like an overcast sky hanging low over the earth of a flat plain.
As he raised his brows, a massive tree suddenly appeared between the sky and the plain, its trunk extremely straight.
”I do not like using the many to oppress the few, so I choose to leave. Otherwise, you can try to have me stay.”
After saying this, he took his hand off the hilt of his blade, the person himself ready to leave.
Xu Yourong said to him, ”Thank you.”
Wang Po recalled Xun Mei's final words to him outside the Mausoleum of Books and shook his head.
As he walked back along the same path, passing through the forest, he took a glance at that little house behind the fence before leaving the mausoleum.
There was probably no small number of military experts, assassins from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, and Daoists from the Monastery of Eternal Spring hiding in the forest and buildings.
His hand did not grip the hilt of his blade again, because none of these people were worth unsheathing his blade for, and they also did not have the courage to show themselves.
When he stepped out of the heavy stone gate of the Mausoleum of Books, he stopped.
The princes of the Chen clan and a mass of cavalry stood across from him.
A bishop came up to him and whispered a few words to which Wang Po shook his head.
The bishop was somewhat hesitant, but he ultimately did not dare to defy Wang Po's will. He ordered the Orthodoxy cavalry blocking the gate to retreat along the river bank.
The crowd across from them grew a little restless at this sight, though it quickly fell silent, because everyone recognized who that seemingly impoverished scholar was.
The Mausoleum of Books was absolutely silent, the air beginning to press down, fraught with tension. Even the landing of the flying carriage was not able to change the mood.
The Prince of Xiang was helped out of the carriage by two of his brothers. He was a little sleepy, so it was only after rubbing his eyes that he realized that Wang Po was standing there.
He asked in surprise, ”What do you mean by this?”