Way Of Choices Chapter 636 – The Monk By The Stream, The Daoist In The Rain (2/2)

She had known beforehand that the Tang clan absolutely would send so clan should send someone How could the old man on the banks of the Wenshui who had been suppressed by her supreme authority for ht's opportunity?

Everyone that should have come had come

”Those who shouldn't have coaze left the scenes in the darkness and shot into the distance

The distance here was a place extremely far away

Earlier, whether it was the appearance of Zhu Luo and Guan Xingke, Wuqiong Bi and Bie Yanghong, the seventeen rebellious princes, or the Four Great Clans, none of thee upon her face

Yet when she turned her gaze to that distant place, her expression finally grew a little more solemn

The capital sat in the center of the continent The place farthest froht be the Great Western Continent, or perhaps the islands in the Southern Sea, or the boundless snowy plains to the north of Xuelao City

Or the Cloud Grave

In the Cloud Grave was a solitary mountain, and three hundred li out froe This village was called Xining

Outside this village was an old temple, behind the old temple a small stream It was said that this stream flowed from the solitary mountain within the Cloud Grave

At some point, a monk had appeared at the stream

This monk was dressed in aoff a transcendent air

This monk had a handsome and delicate appearance It was difficult to put a specific age on hied At the corners of his eyes were a few faint wrinkles His eyes were tranquil and clear, containing a boundless compassion and love It seemed like they could see inco

This hed

This sigh contained abnormally complex emotions

His feet had already walked tens of thousands of li and he was too tired

He and the rest of the one fro

A faint san to fall from the sky above the stream

The Cloud Grave was the final destination of all clouds and also the origin of all waters This place was very close to the Cloud Grave, so this rain was the freshest rain

Tens of thousands of li away, it also began to rain over the capital Theupon the streets and the mausoleum

In the south of the city, on an ordinary street, a drifting strand of rain slightly deforh it

A Daoist walked out froht, out of empty air

He stood in the dark street under the autu that he was not actually there

He was at some place, any place in the world, his true position constantly changing and impossible to pin down

The fine rain fell without a sound and on the two sides of this ordinary street, the people were all asleep Not one person woke up

Only he ake

The Daoist gazed further south towards the mountain mausoleum, his expression calm

At the peak of thethrough the darkness at hi also saw the Daoist

He silently cried out ”Master”, but he did not actually call out

Because that Daoist did not look at him, only at the Tianhai Divine Empress

He recalled that in his ten-odd years of life in Xining Village's old teaze at his senior brother, not at him It was like he had never existed in his master's eyes

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