Nothing less was expected from the head of the younger generation of Mountain Li’s Sword Sect. As the Second Rule who even Qiu Shan Jun sought advice from, Gou Han Shi’s words were difficult to respond to. Why? Because his words were in the gray territory of logical and illogical, it was understood and felt by everyone.
Chen Chang Sheng was silent for a moment, but he was prepared to answer. Just when he was about to open his mouth and was ready to continue even if it meant enduring the mockery from the entire world, he heard a crane’s cry from outside of the palace.
A crane’s cry.
This crane’s cry was strong and firm.
A white crane slashed through the night. Its body consisted entirely of white feathers and it landed on the floor of the palace as if it was a piece of snowflake. Its thin neck was turned slightly and its expression was cold and prideful.
A lot of people in the field, for example, Xu Shi Ji knew this crane. His face turned even gloomier. The aunt and the disciplines of Mountain Virgin became a little nervous. Gou Han Shi and other disciplines of Mountain Li had seen this white crane outside of their senior’s house couple of times.
Chen Chang Sheng also knew this white crane, but it had been a few years since he last saw it. Looking at this white crane, his mood was a little complex.
This white crane came from the south and brought a letter from Xu You Rong.