Chapter 829: Chapter 496: 2
Another voice gently interrupted, “I am also a mortal.”
…
At this mont, in the lush forest beside the waterfall, the soldiers and torches that once appeared every ten steps had already vanished.
It was as if what had just happened had never occurred.
However, deeper in the forest, there was a strange procession moving along the river, heading further in.
Occasionally, faint sounds of wailing and crying leaked through the leaves.
The Black-armored General and twenty Black Armor Imperial Army soldiers were escorting nearly a hundred Imperial Mausoleum artisans involved in core secrets, when they stopped in a clearing in a secluded spot.
Fallen leaves, yellow and dry, covered the clearing, deep as knees.
It seed as if no one had been here for a very long ti.
The Black-armored General halted directly, turning around.
The twenty Black Armor Imperial Army soldiers surrounded the Imperial Mausoleum artisans and drew their weapons in unison.
Cold light flashed.
It reflected off the grim, dark faces that were filled with despair and defeat.
The Black-armored General supported his large sword on his waist with one hand and raised the other to shoulder height.
The scene was silent for three breaths.
The weeping Imperial Mausoleum craftsn stared wide-eyed at the hand that the general was about to lower.
Just then.
The heavy helt covering the Black-armored General’s neck suddenly turned in a certain direction.
Imdiately, a faint sound of footsteps on leaves echoed quietly through the forest.
The expressions of the Imperial Army soldiers and the Imperial Mausoleum artisans varied as they looked in that direction.
A young Confucian Scholar with his sleeves rolled strolled from the darkness of the forest under the clear moonlight.
“General, what token are you holding? It seems sowhat familiar. May I take a closer look?”
The young Confucian Scholar smiled.
In the lonely clearing, more than a hundred gazes fell upon him.
There were looks of shock and surprise, as well as hopes rekindled in the midst of despair…
The Black-armored General said nothing, quietly scrutinizing Zhao Rong for a mont, before suddenly muttering heavily:
“Zhao… Teacher?”
Zhao Rong’s smile was harmless and his gaze nonchalantly swept over the Black-armored General’s immovable feet.
His hands in his sleeves moved quickly, montarily grasping a small bag containing Whale Song Amber, but soon put it back, instead taking out a silver token.
Zhao Rong glanced around, moving to a place where the moonlight shone brightly.
He rolled up his sleeve with one hand and revealed the crescent-shaped silver token with the other, letting everyone see it in the moonlight.
Zhao Rong curiously asked, “Hmm, I wonder if there’s one as bright as mine?”
The atmosphere in the scene fell silent.
Many Imperial Mausoleum artisans, with expressions of hope, confusion, or disappointnt, looked at the young Confucian Scholar.
However, the next second, accompanied by a series of thumping sounds.
The Black-armored General and over twenty soldiers all knelt down fiercely.
……
Before long, the young Confucian Scholar handled the situation and returned leisurely.
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PS: Refreshing at 2 AM, brothers…
A mont later, the Black-armored General slightly turned his head, not looking back, and walked indifferently in a certain direction.
The twenty Black Armor Imperial Army soldiers moved in unison, pressing the group of wailing Imperial Mausoleum artisans, following the forr’s steps.
In that direction, was the downstream of the waterfall…
“Hey Zhao Rong, what are you looking at? Let’s go, climb the mountain and watch the moon. What’s so interesting about watching a bunch of n? Ha, you can’t be bored enough to go save people, can you?”
From a certain tree trunk, the Sword Spirit urged a sentence, and upon saying this, it amused itself, shaking its head.
However, the young Confucian Scholar didn’t reply.
Gui’s words gradually halted, and if it could show its face, its expression would likely be turning serious at this mont.
“You’re not, are you…”
Zhao Rong looked down, patted the dusty sleeves, and with a light laugh, thanked, “Good idea, just happened to be very bored, so I’ll take your suggestion, Gui.”
With that said.
Two leaves lightly drifted down.
The tree trunk was already empty…
In the forest, a voice seriously said:
“Zhao Rong, each mortal has their own fate…” A mont later, the Black-armored General slightly turned his head, not looking back, and walked indifferently in a certain direction.
The twenty Black Armor Imperial Army soldiers moved in unison, pressing the group of wailing Imperial Mausoleum artisans, following the forr’s steps.
In that direction, was the downstream of the waterfall…
“Hey Zhao Rong, what are you looking at? Let’s go, climb the mountain and watch the moon. What’s so interesting about watching a bunch of n? Ha, you can’t be bored enough to go save people, can you?”
From a certain tree trunk, the Sword Spirit urged a sentence, and upon saying this, it amused itself, shaking its head.
However, the young Confucian Scholar didn’t reply.
Gui’s words gradually halted, and if it could show its face, its expression would likely be turning serious at this mont.
“Co on, you…”
With a chuckle, Zhao Rong looked down, brushed the dust off his sleeve, and thanked, “Good idea, I’m quite bored, so I’ll go with your suggestion, Gui.”
As he finished speaking,
two leaves gently drifted down from above.
The trunk above was now deserted…
In the forest, a stern voice declared:
“Zhao Rong, every mortal has their destiny…” Monts later, the black-armored general turned slightly, not casting a glance behind, and indifferently walked in a certain direction.
Twenty black-armored soldiers tacitly set off, pressing the wailing artisans of the Imperial Mausoleum forward, following in his footsteps.
That direction led to the lower reaches of the river by the waterfall…
“Hey Zhao Rong, what are you looking at? Co on, let’s go up the mountain to watch the moon. What’s the point of watching a group of n? Haha, don’t tell you’re so bored you’re going to rescue people?”
On a tree trunk sowhere, the Sword Spirit urged, chuckling at its own words and shaking its head.
However, a young Confucian Scholar remained silent.
Gui’s words trailed off, and if it could reveal a face, it would probably be growing more serious by now.
“Co on, you…”
With a chuckle, Zhao Rong looked down, brushed the dust off his sleeve, and thanked, “Good idea, I’m quite bored, so I’ll go with your suggestion, Gui.”
As he finished speaking,
two leaves gently drifted down from above.
The trunk above was now deserted…
In the forest, a stern voice declared:
“Zhao Rong, every mortal has their destiny…” Monts later, the black-armored general turned slightly, not casting a glance behind, and indifferently walked in a certain direction.
Twenty black-armored soldiers tacitly set off, pressing the wailing artisans of the Imperial Mausoleum forward, following in his footsteps.
That direction led to the lower reaches of the river by the waterfall…
“Hey Zhao Rong, what are you looking at? Co on, let’s go up the mountain to watch the moon. What’s the point of watching a group of n? Haha, don’t tell you’re so bored you’re going to rescue people?”
On a tree trunk sowhere, the Sword Spirit urged, chuckling at its own words and shaking its head.
However, a young Confucian Scholar remained silent.
Gui’s words trailed off, and if it could reveal a face, it would probably be growing more serious by now.
“Co on, you…”
With a chuckle, Zhao Rong looked down, brushed the dust off his sleeve, and thanked, “Good idea, I’m quite bored, so I’ll go with your suggestion, Gui.”
As he finished speaking,
two leaves gently drifted down from above.
The trunk above was now deserted…
In the forest, a stern voice declared:
“Zhao Rong, every mortal has their destiny…” Monts later, the black-armored general turned slightly, not casting a glance behind, and indifferently walked in a certain direction.
Twenty black-armored soldiers tacitly set off, pressing the wailing artisans of the Imperial Mausoleum forward, following in his footsteps.
That direction led to the lower reaches of the river by the waterfall…
“Hey Zhao Rong, what are you looking at? Co on, let’s go up the mountain to watch the moon. What’s the point of watching a group of n? Haha, don’t tell you’re so bored you’re going to rescue people?”
On a tree trunk sowhere, the Sword Spirit urged, chuckling at its own words and shaking its head.
However, a young Confucian Scholar remained silent.
Gui’s words trailed off, and if it could reveal a face, it would probably be growing more serious by now.
“Co on, you…”
With a chuckle, Zhao Rong looked down, brushed the dust off his sleeve, and thanked, “Good idea, I’m quite bored, so I’ll go with your suggestion, Gui.”
As he finished speaking,
two leaves gently drifted down from above.
The trunk above was now deserted…
In the forest, a stern voice declared:
“Zhao Rong, every mortal has their destiny…”
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