In the same way, before the start of the match, Huo Guang had said to him from some lofty ideological position that if he didn’t draw his sword, he wouldn’t have the chance to draw it again.
Chen Chang Sheng had used reality to show him, that he himself was the person who needed to draw his sword.
Within the Hall of Zhao Wen, it had once again returned to being quiet.
Those present, had used a long period of time before finally suppressing the shock they felt within their hearts.
Mo Yu looked upon the deserted sand covered floor displayed on the mirror, the edge of her lips lightly twitched, as if she wanted to laugh, in the end, she maintained a look of cold indifference.
Xue Xing Chuan looked towards His Eminence, Mei Li Sha, he felt a lot of perplexity over the ability displayed by Chen Chang Sheng.
It was only at this moment that they noticed, unknown when, His Eminence had once again closed his eyes, as if he had once again started to sleep.
Only, the wrinkles upon his face had loosened considerably.
The old age spots that had been rather unsightly, had also diminished considerably.
Upon his face, a faint smile could be seen.