Nightfall

If Heaven Cannot Accept Me

The impassioned, loud and hot-blooded declaration suddenly turned into loud swearing. Old Master Chao cursed at the Abbey Dean and smashed his cane at the man.

Ordinary people and extraordinary people were all human beings. They would all turn into ash after death. But there was still a largedifference while they were alive. No way could the old man’s cane knock down the Abbey Dean.

The people on the snowy street thought that Old Master Chao was dead, but he did not die because the Abbey Dean did not do anything. Instead, he walked past the old man calmly.

Eldest Brother faintly guessed the intention of the Abbey Dean. Haotian Taoism wanted to break into Chang’an and the hearts of the people in the city. The Abbey Dean had killed many on the streets because he wanted to break the hardest of the Tangs with his strongest means. He wanted to stomp their pride into the mud. However, since killing them could not solve the problem, he then chose to ignore them.

However, the Abbey Dean did not understand the Tangs. Old Master Chao had just skittered by the fine line separating life and death. He was not confused by the Abbey Dean’s disregard, but instead, started to feel suspicious and even fearful.

It was fine even if he failed to knock down the man. There would be opportunities to do so in the future. It was fine even if he did not die; not dying was better than dying after all. Was there any reason to start feeling self-doubt? Old Master Chao leaned against his cane and cursed colorfully as he walked to the street side. His cursing was violent, and his words, filthier than the filth on the snowy ground.

The Abbey Dean frowned slightly and continued forward. He walked towards Ning Que, and closer to the Imperial Palace.

Eldest Brother said, “This is wrong.”

The Abbey Dean replied, “The Tang Empire might be strong, but what can you do if the Heavens want it to fall?”

In front of the Verdant Canyon.

Ye Hongyu looked at Jun Mo who was standing across her. Blood flowed down her sleeves, dripping onto the ground and mixing with the odors of the blood that had been building up over the past days.

She was very calm because she knew that Jun Mo was more seriously injured than herself. He was burning up the last of his Psyche Power and life force, inching closer to death.

She looked at Jun Mo’s expressionless face and at the bloodied disciples of the Academy behind him. She thought of the terrifying fights before the Verdant Canyon over the past week. She thought of how the people before her had blocked the path of the powerful Divine Hall Coalition Army, and stopped them from entering the Southern parts of Tang Empire.

People like Jun Mo would fight hard to the very end. And even she could not help but feel moved. Traces of pity and admiration could be seen in the Divine Light inside the deepest part of her eyes.

“The Heavens want your Academy to fall. What can you do about it?”

She looked at Jun Mo and said.

Jun Mo looked up at the sky. The rain had stopped but the clouds had not fully parted yet. Only a few spots of the blue sky could be seen. It was like shattered porcelain.

Furthermore, even if the rain were to stop and the clouds were to dissipate, it was daytime now, so he would not be able to see the moon. He was only looking at his teacher before he died in that fight.

He did not answer Ye Hongyu’s question directly. Instead, he said, “Chao Xiaoshu is a good man. If there had not been any incidents back then, he would have been my Younger Brother.”