章節 978: The Rivers and Mountains Are Truly Like a Painting

In the last five years, Luoluo had only received a very small number of letters.

There was no place she could put her memories, and her concerns could only be known to herself. Fortunately, she had lived for a long period of time in the Li Palace, had been under Mao Qiuyu's formal tutelage, and also had somewhat of a friendship with Archbishop An Lin. As a result, she was able to learn a good deal of news concerning Chen Changsheng.

And after Chen Changsheng left the snowy mountain and reappeared in society, An Lin often wrote her letters.

She knew everything that had happened in the last few days.

She knew what he had done in the Mount Song Army headquarters, knew that he had passed through Hanqiu City, knew that he had gone to Wenshui, and knew that he had killed Daoist Baishi in front of the Daoist church.