[The Buddha's Heart Passes on the Lamp] Wu Song Is Spiritually Empowered; the [Emergency Headband] Is Developed! (Continued)

Those words had been delivered with absolute conviction.

There had not been the slightest trace of affectation.

They stirred everyone's blood.

Lin Chen watched the scene, and his heart settled as well.

He came forward, took Yue Fei by the arm, and said with a smile:

"Pengju.

Now that you've returned to your rightful place, I have just the destination for you.

It suits you perfectly."

Yue Fei bowed slightly:

"I'll leave everything to my Lord's arrangements."

Lin Chen said, "I have a [Temple of the Martial Saint].

Lord Guan is stationed there, but there are still divine seats available inside.

I want you to take up residence there and be enfeoffed as the 'Martial Saint'!"

As soon as those words left his mouth.

It was not only Yue Fei—even Li Bai and the others beside him were visibly moved.

The Martial Saint.

That was the highest glory a warrior could attain.

The ultimate recognition of his loyalty, righteousness, and martial prowess.

However.

Contrary to everyone's expectations.

Upon hearing this, Yue Fei's expression turned solemn. He actually retreated half a step and shook his head gravely.

"My Lord, I am unworthy."

Lin Chen was stunned:

"Why?

With your achievements and reputation, you are more than worthy of being the Martial Saint.

Who would dare object?"

Yue Fei gave a bitter laugh, a trace of desolation and self-reproach flashing through his eyes:

"In my previous life, Yue Fei failed to complete the northern expedition and could only grieve in vain.

I disappointed tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians, and failed the nation and its people.

Though I possessed an empty reputation, I had no real accomplishments.

What face would a defeated general have to seize the lofty position of Martial Saint?"

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked