To plant flowers with intent and find none blooming; to scatter willow seeds without care and see them thrive.
Su Chengyu couldn't tell whether his earlier actions had brought fortune or misfortune to the Luo Clan's current situation.
On the surface, it seemed to grant Su Chengyu greater convenience in carrying out his moves.
But the feeling of being used as a pawn by someone behind the scenes was undeniably unpleasant.
This debt would, sooner or later, need to be settled.
For now, however, there were more urgent matters to attend to.
Raising his gaze, Su Chengyu fixed his eyes on the injured Luo Zongyuan, and with his longsword pointed forward.
"Having been struck by my Town River Sword, the balance of offense and defense is bound to shift."
"Bound to shift?"
The Town River Sword's suppression was the suppression of the Heavenly Dao itself. While the sword strike could theoretically be evaded, the celestial momentum it carried was inescapable once struck.
