At dusk, Lin Bai entered the palace alone.
With Lin Bai's cultivation, entering the imperial palace of Lingnan Imperial City was as easy as flipping his hand.
The Evil Flood Dragon, Lin Ye, Li Chou, and the others had not followed him. Lin Bai had told them to rest well in Sword King Manor.
Before leaving, Lin Bai specifically instructed the Evil Flood Dragon to protect everyone in Sword King Manor. If anything went wrong, the Evil Flood Dragon would lose his head. Terrified, the Evil Flood Dragon could only nod obediently.
Within the imperial palace, at the Hall of Heavenly Majesty.
The sun sank in the west, and the bright moon rose in the east.
Although night had already fallen, the Hall of Heavenly Majesty remained brightly lit. Through the windows, one could vaguely see many figures moving back and forth inside.
As Lin Bai approached, he heard a succession of aged voices coming from within. "Your Majesty, we cannot wage war again. The Divine Martial Nation has enemies on all four sides now. If we continue fighting, the Divine Martial Nation won't last much longer."
"Absurd! Our Divine Martial Nation occupies the vast Eastern Continent and possesses inexhaustible cultivation resources. Let alone fighting for three to five years—even if we fought for ten years, the national treasury would still be well supplied."
"General, the national treasury is empty."
"You civil officials only know how to urge peace?"
"If we seek peace now, there is still room to turn things around, General."
"Minister Zhang, the enemy nation's iron cavalry is currently sweeping south and north across the Divine Martial Nation's territory, yet you are here urging the Emperor Xiao to make peace? You seem like an important minister, but in truth you are a traitor to the nation. You