"Greetings, Father Emperor." Li slowly walked into the main hall. As he bowed, his eyes discreetly swept across the chamber. Beside Ying Zheng stood an elderly man with flowing white whiskers and sharp, gleaming eyes. He wore an elegant gray robe faintly patterned with clouds.
"Rise." Ying Zheng's voice revealed neither pleasure nor anger. Li slowly straightened, his thoughts racing.
Ying Zheng's attitude made it clear that he already knew Li had not handled the trip to Mohist Mechanism City according to his wishes. Thinking of Li Si's words, Li silently gritted his teeth.
Still, fortunately, he had a backup plan.
"How did it go? Did everything proceed smoothly?"
Li sneered inwardly. Sure enough, no matter how much he knew, the formalities still had to be observed.
"Reporting to Father Emperor, Mohist Mechanism City has been successfully destroyed. From this day forth, the Mohists will no longer have a place among the Hundred Schools of Thought!"
"Oh? If it is truly as you say, then that is naturally for the best. In that case, bring up those Mohist fugitives. I shall interrogate them personally." Ying Zheng descended step by step from the raised platform.
Li glanced at the elderly man of unknown identity but said nothing.
"There is no need for concern. This is Lord of the Clouds of the Yin-Yang School."
Lord of the Clouds! Li's pupils suddenly contracted. So this was the Yin-Yang School's master alchemist, Lord of the Clouds, whom Ying Zheng trusted so deeply!
After composing himself, Li took a deep breath and said, "The Mohist disciples inside Mechanism City were all wiped out, while those elders had already been afflicted by Da Siming's Six Souls Fear Curse. They could no longer use their inner strength and were no different from cripples."
"So you allowed those