Marshal Beian and his party left the Golden Hall.
Lin Qi rose to his feet and gave Holy Light I a standard salute used when clergy greeted one another during the Dawn Temple's grand rites of worship. Holy Light I also stood and returned the exact same salute. This proved that within the Dawn Temple, Holy Light I held a status equal to Lin Qi's—that of a cardinal archbishop, one of the people at the core of power in any temple.
"Your Majesty, what do you think of Marshal Beian?" Lin Qi looked at Holy Light I with a smiling face. What had happened today was beyond Huali and the others' expectations, seeming like a muddled account that could never be sorted out. But only Lin Qi knew how much thought and how great a price he had invested in Holy Light I to bring about this muddled result.
"He cannot die for now." Holy Light I's face stiffened. His brilliant smile vanished without a trace, and he became as lifeless as a statue of mithril. Faced with a high-ranking clergyman from the same Dawn Temple, Holy Light I instinctively discarded all his usual disguises and revealed his true face.
"In the short term, he still has to hold the Empire's army in my grasp for me. Before I cultivate enough newcomers to replace him, he cannot die."
Holy Light I said coldly, "Therefore, I can pretend not to know about what he did this time. But once I possess enough strength to control the Empire's army, I will immediately wipe out Marshal Beian's family."
Lin Qi smiled and nodded. This was precisely the outcome he had wanted. Smiling, he handed Holy Light I a thick stack of gold notes. "Then, as we agreed. Major General Ente Malte will be