"Capture a Saint-Class?"
Purple-Wing Blade Emperor's fingertips froze on the rim of his cup, the jade cup suspended in midair.
"Governor, say that again."
"You heard correctly."
Mu Lei pressed a hand against the table and leaned forward. His throat was tight, but he still hammered out those words one by one.
"The Council of Elders wants it alive. If we can't bring it back alive—then the corpse will do. Blood, flesh, marrow, any one of them."
Purple-Wing Blade Emperor clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.
"A living Saint-Class... You saw it yourself. Thirty-six War Emperors couldn't stop one that was seriously injured, and now we're supposed to capture one alive?"
Mu Lei leaned back into his chair and rubbed his brow.
"It was jointly signed by the twelve elders. This isn't a discussion—it's an order. What do you expect me to do?"
"Have they gone mad?!"
Purple-Wing Blade Emperor slammed his fist onto the table, making the cup jump.
"The elders on the Platinum Throne—have they ever seen a Saint-Class?"
Mu Lei raised his eyes, and that single look suppressed Purple-Wing Blade Emperor.
"Purple-Wing! I can only pretend I never heard you say that."
Purple-Wing Blade Emperor's body stiffened. The hand clenched into a fist slowly loosened, and he leaned back in his chair with a bitter shake of his head.
"Then what do you expect me to do?"
Mu Lei pushed the information tablet over. Purple-Wing Blade Emperor lowered his head to read it, his brows gradually knotting together.
"Fang Mo seriously wounded it once. Warship bombardment destroyed half its body, and Qingxu Sect was driven back by Fang Mo again..." Mu Lei tapped the information tablet with a fingertip. "According to Fang Mo, its injuries are even worse than last time. It's currently hiding in the