Outside the mansion, two rows of armored guards stood silently in the snow, seemingly transformed into statues, neither hearing nor seeing nor watching.
They also knew that at this moment, in the Lotus Heart Pavilion, those with the highest status in Beizhou were deliberating major matters.
Determining the life and death future of the Beizhou Dynasty.
"Upon encountering winds and clouds, it turns into a dragon. I have to admit, I underestimated Chen Ping. Yet, I didn't expect that the Situ Brothers from the Celestial Secret Tower couldn't handle him and even couldn't slow his progress."
Venerable Mingyu sighed, somewhat disengaged.
Sometimes, although strategies are useful, ultimately it depends on fate.
When fortune visits, Heaven and Earth support; when fortune leaves, heroes lack freedom.
He realized that the one to the South has been favored since debut, as if aided by Heaven.
Any scheme, when faced with that person, is like child's play, with no real effect.
