Chapitre 731: The Black-Clothed Girl Walks Out of the Snow

"Does it really have to be this way?"

Chen Changsheng's gaze looked across the lake.

The existence of these blue-clothed Daoists was no longer a secret. Many people knew that they were from the eastern capital of Luoyang, from a once-obscure Daoist monastery.

"I said before that I have never made any plans," Shang Xingzhou replied.

Peaches and plums did not speak, but a path would form underneath them nonetheless1. The height of the sun decided the angle at which many plants grew.

For a powerful figure like Shang Xingzhou, no actions or plans needed to be taken on his part, and there would naturally be many people willing to kill Chen Changsheng on his behalf.

This was because he had already made his stance clear through many matters.

Chen Changsheng drew back his gaze to Shang Xingzhou and asked, "Even if it's a war this time?"