章 781: Armed with Chang'an to Fight (Part I)

The snow had been beating down from last night until now and had turned Chang'an into a piece of black and white cloth. This cloth was embroidered with houses, temples, mountains, and lakes, but one of the streets was foggy and dim.

Ning Que had heavily sewn that place, trying to mend it or embroider a new flower to cover it up, which relit it.

Unfortunately, he was too late to know that, and he did not have enough time to do that before the Abbey Dean found him.

He and the Abbey Dean saw each other across a long street through the wind and snow.

The Abbey Dean had been injured passing through Chang'an. His robe was stained with blood, but he had not fallen down.

They had not met, but they had seen each other.

Once they met, the battle between them would end.

Ning Que knew he would lose.

Mo Shanshan took a look at him, threw all the stones to the ground, and then left.

He took the Array Eye Pestle and tightly held his hilt.