บท 889: A Storm Descends upon the Mountain

The mountains were silent.

The South Stream Temple disciples looked at each other, not knowing what to say, especially the young girls like Ye Xiaolian.

Those disciples that had never interacted with Chen Changsheng before were, on the contrary, rather calm.

In their view, the Pope was the most revered person in the world, imbued with majesty and boldness. Even against these martial grandaunts, what did it matter if he said a few harsh words?

But Ye Xiaolian and her fellows knew that Chen Changsheng had a calm and gentle personality, so why was he so unflinching today?

Was it truly that the position changes the person? Or was it the power of time?

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It had nothing to do with position or time.

Tang Thirty-Six and Hu Thirty-Two were well aware that Chen Changsheng had not been like this last night. In their shock, they wondered, _just what happened on the summit?_