Chapter 1081 – Please Do Not Repeat the Story from That Night (2/2)

He raised the ladle to his mouth and slowly drank.

Tang Thirty-Six stared into his eyes and asked, ”Just what are you planning to do?”

Chen Changsheng used his sleeve to wipe water off his face and said, ”Drinking clear water can clear up the heart.”

Tang Thirty-Six gravely said, ”You've never drunk unboiled water, much less used your sleeve to wipe your mouth.”

Chen Changsheng looked at him and asked, ”Have you not noticed that I've already changed a lot?”

Tang Thirty-Six inquired, ”Where have you changed?”

Chen Changsheng earnestly replied, ”I live more freely and casually.”

Tang Thirty-Six looked into his bright eyes and examined his earnest expression, and rage poured out of every pore of his body as he huffed, ”You should look in a mirror.”

Chen Changsheng clearly did not understand what he meant and appeared rather puzzled.

Tang Thirty-Six listened to the activity outside and frowned. ”Are you really not worried?”

Chen Changsheng shook his head. ”Since they aren't going to fight, why should I worry?”

Confused, Tang Thirty-Six asked, ”What do you mean?”

Chen Changsheng turned toward the stone room. For some reason, he had a rather complicated expression.

”I understand my master more than Yourong. Until he is prepared, he definitely won't allow the other side any chance to start the battle.”

The two sides had already settled into a deadlock in the Mausoleum of Books, so Tang Thirty-Six found it impossible to believe Chen Changsheng's conclusion. He treated it as Chen Changsheng simply soothing himself.

Chen Changsheng had passed the paper dragonfly to Linghai Zhiwang and the others, but he would not be present.

”We're really not using the Imperial Design?”

He stared into Chen Changsheng's eyes, his face unprecedentedly solemn.

Chen Changsheng said nothing.

Tang Thirty-Six said, ”If you're sure that His Majesty will stand on your side at the most critical moment, today is the best chance.”

The Lingyan Pavilion had already been destroyed by the Tianhai Divine Empress using the Frost God Spear, but the array pivot for the Imperial Design was still within the Imperial Palace. Moreover, though the Tang Old Master was maintaining his neutral stance, the Tang clan's chief branch, free and unhindered, was gradually regaining its power. His father had sent many enforcers into the capital, stationed at various stores and merchant associations, and ready to move at Tang Thirty-Six's word.

With the Tang clan's help, Yuren could activate the Imperial Design at any moment.

At that time, even if the princes led the armies into the capital, they would be no match for the martial brothers.

This was not the first time Tang Thirty-Six had brought up this suggestion.

Chen Changsheng remained silent.

Tang Thirty-Six finally understood that he was not hesitating, but using his silence to voice his opinion.

Chen Changsheng trusted that if he truly was standing before the abyss, his senior brother would protect him.

But for various reasons, he did not want to use the Imperial Design.

Tang Thirty-Six stared into his eyes and asked, ”Why?”

”If we use the Imperial Design, it will be too similar to that night from three years ago.”

Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, then continued, ”And I'll become too similar to Master.”

Tang Thirty-Six understood what he meant. After a few moments, he patted him on the shoulder to express his support and comfort, and then he walked out of the hall.

Chen Changsheng returned to the stone room.

He had spent all of the last few days practicing the sword within this room.

The stone room was very simple, so plain that it seemed rather sorry. There was nothing in it besides the prayer mat on the ground.

But now, a person had suddenly appeared in the room.

When had this person gotten here?

And how had they managed to sneak past the eyes of the thousands of priests within the Li Palace?

It was a gray-haired old man. His right hand gripped a wet brush and his left hand held a paint palette.

The paint on the palette was gray and the old man was also dressed in gray. What should have been white hair and brows had also been painted gray, the exact same color as the gray of the stone walls of this room.

Could it be that this old man had painted himself as a wall of this stone room?

If this was true, what sort of mystical painting technique was this?

The old man looked at Chen Changsheng and said with some satisfaction, ”Fortunately, you understand what it means to place the world above all.”

Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while, then he replied, ”Truthfully, I don't understand it very well.”