章 702: A Story about a City and a Blade (II)

The streets were covered in a thin layer of snow, and upon this snow was a distinct trail of footsteps.

Chen Changsheng had already walked to the end of the street. With a turn to the right, he would be at the alley of the Northern Military Department.

Ten-some zhang away, he could see a wall. Behind this wall was that courtyard.

No noise had come from behind him.

Not the sounds of blades or fighting.

But his mind was not affected in the slightest.

Because he believed in Wang Po.

As long as Wang Po was behind him, even if Wang Po's opponent was a legendary expert like Tie Shu, he only needed to keep looking forward.

At the wall and the courtyard behind it.

A wind stirred, its howls somewhat grating on his ears.

The thin snow upon the streets was rolled up and the snow upon the roofs of both sides of the street fell down.

The howl of the wind blowing every which way was very normal.

A figure burst from the snow.