Luo Qingge sensed the change in his aura and gently took his hand. "What is it? Is there something unusual about this man's identity?" she asked softly.
Lu Changfeng told her his suspicions about the man's identity.
At his words, Luo Qingge's pretty face also paled, and her eyes grew grave.
The Sixth Realm experts in the world, the exalted masters of Divine Wandering, could be counted on one hand!
He Chen, High Priest of the Witch God Cult, was one of them.
And he was widely acknowledged as the most aggressive of them all, the one with the deepest hostility toward Great Tang!
"Celestial Master Ye Fashan still hasn't returned from his travels..."
Worry colored Luo Qingge's voice. "If this really is He Chen's will, or if he has even come south himself, then..."
"He hasn't."
Lu Changfeng shook his head, his tone firm. "Divine Wandering experts do not act lightly. That is a rule all sides tacitly accept. Once someone that powerful enters the fray in person, there is no longer any room for reconciliation. It means all-out war, with neither side resting until the other is dead. The Göktürks may be powerful now, but swallowing the Central Plains in one gulp is still a fool's dream. When two tigers fight, only Tubo, the Uyghurs, and the nations of the Western Regions stand to reap the fisherman's profits. He Chen isn't a reckless brute. He can see that much."
He paused before continuing. "That is also why Ye Fashan chose to leave the whirlpool of court politics during the Divine Dragon era and travel in pursuit of enlightenment. He was avoiding the court, but also issuing a silent deterrent. If He Chen dares to sneak into Chang'an in person and assassinate the Son of Heaven, Ye Fashan can