Chương 821: The Palm Falls Toward the Stone

Book 6: Fierce the West Wind

_ Fierce the west wind , geese fly across the vast sky, crying out to the frosty morning moon._

_Under the frosty morning moon, horse hooves disorderly stamp, the horn sobs._

_In vain they boast that the grand pass is a wall of iron, urging us to stride across its summit._

_Striding across its summit, the green mountains like the ocean waves, the sunset red as blood._

—Loushan Pass, Mao Zedong, 1935

Linghai Zhiwang prostrated towards Chen Changsheng beneath the pear tree, and then rose.

This entire process happened very quickly.

He had gotten up somewhat faster than he normally did, which could mean that he was making efficient movements or that he did not care.

Many people, especially the important figures within the Li Palace, knew that Linghai Zhiwang had never liked the Pope and held a faint hostility towards him.

Daoist Baishi and An Lin saw this sight out of the corner of their eyes and did not find it strange.