Chang Shiba lightly raised a hand. "Brother, shall we enter the temple for a talk?"
"Sure!"
The three stepped through the air and entered the Confucian Temple.
The instant their figures vanished, a golden ring appeared out of thin air amid the spring rain, forming a Literary Way barrier.
In but a moment, Mo Xie Pass had gained a Confucian Temple...
This ancient, heroic pass seemed to have taken one step back into the lands of humankind.
The trees began to turn green, the air became fresh, and yearning for peace and stability appeared on people's faces. The Great Cang Army, having rushed here from a hundred thousand li away, also seemed to glimpse the Misty Rain Jiangnan they knew so well beyond this frontier.
Inside the Confucian Temple, Chang Shiba lightly waved his hand, and two chairs appeared out of thin air.
They were still strokes he knew well, still the method he habitually used—forming chairs with characters.
The character beneath Lin Su's backside was Su.
The character beneath his own was Chang.
The mysteries of the old "third watch, fifth watch" were gone, replaced by natural openness and frankness.
A cup of tea was passed into the other's hand. Their gazes met, and for a moment, it was as if they had ten thousand words to say...
"Back in the Great Cang Capital City, you and I sat facing one another just like this. Thinking of it now, it feels like another lifetime," Chang Shiba said.
"People of this world, affairs of this world—though all speak of the place where impermanence reigns, there is constancy within it as well," Lin Su said. "I have to say, the Holy Hall Lord had quite an eye in choosing you as the Night Watchman Envoy."
Chang Shiba was the kind of