Chapter 1090 – A Gooses Footprint in the Melting Snow (1/2)

Chapter 1090 – A Goose's Footprint in the Melting Snow1

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Snow was drifting down over the capital, and the Road of Peace was no exception.

Only a few people knew that these drifting snowflakes came from a furious snowstorm falling over the Heavenly Dao Academy.

All the princely estates had shut their gates, making not a single noise. The Prince of Xiang's estate was even more quiet, so silent that it seemed like a tomb.

The snowflakes flew past the high walls of the princely estate, landing where the Li Palace priests could not see, but they could not land on the ground.

Countless gusts of wind behind the wall incessantly blew against the soft snow.

Several hundred cultivators and divine crossbowmen stood in the garden and courtyard of the Prince of Xiang's estate, separated by the black sea of priests by only a single wall.

They made not a single sound, maintaining absolute silence. As a result, their breathing sounded even louder.

The louder it was, the heavier it was. The shorter it was, the more nervous it was.

Was the light snow of early spring unable to fall because of this breathing that was as silent as a mystery, as heavy as a mountain?

Prince Chen Liu stood by the window, gazing at his subordinates in the garden as he silently pondered these questions.

As snow danced outside his window, his face seemed a little pale.

Because he was tired, not because he was uneasy.

At this moment, any regrets were unnecessary.

He turned to the blue-clothed Daoists.

Three Daoists in blue turned toward that white-haired old Daoist.

The old Daoist was a true expert of the Daoist faith and had been half a step from the Divine for many years.

Other than the Tang clan's Minister Wei, the blind zither player, and a few hidden characters belonging to the southern clans and sects, there was no one else that could be placed on par with him.

But even he did not have the confidence to defend the Prince of Xiang's estate.

Not a single shred.

He completely understood that if the Li Palace decided to attack with all its power, only the complete mobilization of the Great Zhou Imperial Court's army could stop that raging wave.

The old Daoist said to Prince Chen Liu, ”You should go.”

Prince Chen Liu paled even further, but his expression remained calm. ”I cannot abandon these subordinates loyal to me and my father.”

The old Daoist impassively said, ”I will remain to block the way. You leave first with my three martial nephews.”

Prince Chen Liu froze, not having expected the old Daoist to be willing to take such a risk.

The old Daoist walked up to the window. Ignoring the prince, he slowly closed his eyes.

The wind brought snowflakes to that wrinkled face and ruffled his white hair. It was a rather touching sight.

Prince Chen Liu's eyes went moist at this sight. He wanted to persuade him otherwise, but he ultimately chose to remain silent.

He used as little time as possible to regain his composure. After bowing to the old Daoist, he immediately turned around.

The gray bricks from the window to the center of the reception hall began to sink down, forming a flight of stone steps leading underground.

Prince Chen Liu and the three blue-clothed Daoists headed down the steps.

In front of them was a gloom that headed to parts unknown.

Suddenly, the lanterns on the stone walls lit up on their own, their fire illuminating the ground in front of the group.

It was rather wet, and moss was growing along the corners of the walls. The place had not been cleaned in many years.

The light also shone on Prince Chen Liu's face.

He was very calm.

There was no moisture in his eyes.

His face showed no signs of being touched.

All of that was meaningless.

He had always believed this.

The battle about to begin was also meaningless.

The old Daoist from the Monastery of Eternal Spring might be able to escape with his life, or he might die a valiant death in battle, but it had nothing do with him.

He only needed to know that the old Daoist would assuredly make the experts of the Li Palace pay an enormous price.

As for whether the soldiers and experts of the princely estate surrendered or died in battle, that also did not matter.

He had never once doubted the loyalty or ardor of these people, but these people had never been the true aces of the Prince of Xiang's estate.

The Prince of Xiang's estate's true strength would not even appear in the capital today.

Because he had made an almost identical judgment to Chen Changsheng's. He did not think that a fight would start in the Mausoleum of Books.

Though the moment of the final battle had still not come, many people would still die today.

He had to ensure that his own life would remain unthreatened, so he had to leave.

He would use this gloomy tunnel to reach the shore of the Luo River and then leave the capital.

Several hundred black-armored light cavalry had been waiting on the outskirts of the capital for him for a very long time.