Chapitre 883: The Surging of the River Also Cannot Wash Away This Hatred

Because of Chen Changsheng's visit and the arrivals of the Imperial Court's diplomatic mission and the representatives of the various factions, South Stream Temple was under heavy guard today. On the plateau, disciples were standing guard in the flowering trees, and one could faintly sense several dozen sword intents in the vicinity of the path, waiting to be activated. If an external foe were to come, the sword array would assuredly be able to activate in the shortest time possible.

When those South Stream Temple disciples saw him, they bowed, one of them asking, "Where is Your Holiness going?"

As this girl asked her question, the other disciples all smirked at him, presumably having already guessed at his destination.

Chen Changsheng thanked them for their troubles and, somewhat embarrassed, pointed at the summit. "I'm going over there to take a look."

The forest resounded with the laughter of these disciples, clear and pleasant, like the song of nightingales.