Inside the grand hall, the National Preceptor's expression shifted between light and shadow.
Emperor Qin Que, meanwhile, had regained his composure. He was sizing up Su Yi again, this heretic of strange origins, with no fear apparent on his face.
"Your Excellency recognized my origins at a glance, which truly surprised me. May I ask how Your Excellency should be addressed?"
The National Preceptor clasped his hands and bowed.
Su Yi walked into the grand hall, but his gaze passed beyond the National Preceptor and Emperor Qin Que toward its center.
A Blood-colored Altar had actually been built there!
It was indeed unexpected. This was the forbidden ground of the Imperial Palace, where the emperor lived—who could have imagined that an altar would be set up here?
"Why does Your Excellency remain silent?"
The National Preceptor frowned. "Could it be that, in Your Excellency's eyes, I am not qualified to speak with you?"
Su Yi smiled and nodded. "You're right."
The National Preceptor: "..."
What kind of way was that to speak?
Did he truly think that no one in the Tian Qin Country's Imperial Palace could stand against him?
Seeing this, Emperor Qin Que spoke directly. "Your Excellency must have come here for a purpose. Why not say it? If we can avoid fighting, that would naturally be for the best."
Su Yi smiled. "Earlier, you said that you had received a Dharma Decree from Heaven specifically ordering my death. So why do you no longer dare to act?"
Qin Que's heart sank. He realized that every word he and the National Preceptor had exchanged earlier had been heard clearly by this heretic.
Yet Su Yi casually found himself a seat and sat down. "Of course, you are right about one thing as well. I do not wish to