"Becoming a sword sheath is the utmost limit a counterfeit can reach."
Cha Shiyin wiped the dried blood from Le Yu's face and said softly:
"Out of respect for Wen Zong's willing sacrifice, the counterfeit was named the Saint's Relic. But precisely because of Wen Zong's sacrifice, the rulers of later generations completely abandoned the creation of counterfeit holy swords."
"So your plan is impossible. From beginning to end, the only person who can wield Holy Sword Huiyao is the future emperor."
Le Yu stared fixedly at Cha Shiyin and said, each word measured, "But there's no need to use Holy Sword Huiyao. There are other solutions."
"It's precisely because there are no other solutions that Holy Sword Huiyao must be used." Cha Shiyin said, "No one has ever been willing to activate Holy Sword Huiyao, whether the imperial family, the court, or the future emperor—a short-lived emperor who nevertheless wields the power of the world is an existence everyone fears."
"Are there really no other solutions?"
"Vice Principal Qin, do you have any brilliant ideas?"
"I do!" Le Yu grabbed Cha Shiyin by the collar and hoisted him up, then strode forward. The brocade-clad warriors beside them immediately stirred at the sight, but Ling Jiangli remained cold and calm. Since he showed no reaction, they could only obediently watch.
Le Yu shoved Cha Shiyin onto the redwood table and stared intently into his eyes. "You're the best solution!"
"I don't understand what you mean."
"You, Ming Shiyin—you know exactly what I mean!" Le Yu demanded in a low voice. "What are a mere foreign army to you? The crisis in Flame Capital must look like child's play to you, right?"
Cha Shiyin was slightly surprised, but that was all. He caught Le Yu's wrist and gently shook his head.