"What? You want to bring that blood-soaked man into this refined sanctuary of the Confucian School to discuss the Dao through swords?" Li lowered his gaze, concealing the strange flicker of emotion in his eyes.
Li Si remained as respectful as ever as he said, "Since this is a discussion of the Dao through swords, Black Swordsman Sheng Qi's attainments in swordsmanship are more than sufficient for the task. Besides, I reported this matter to His Majesty long ago, and His Majesty approved it."
Li's pupils contracted, and a sinister smile curled across his lips. Beneath his sleeves, his hands clenched into fists. It had to be said that Li Si's repeated provocations had truly kindled his anger.
Seeing that Li did not continue objecting, Li Si pressed on. "If Your Highness has no objections, may we invite Sheng Qi out?"
"Since Father Emperor has already agreed, then do as you wish." Li took a deep breath and replied calmly.
Once Li gave his consent, Li Si turned and said something to the attendant beside him. Then, a powerfully built man strode in from outside the hall. A broad, thick greatsword was strapped to his back. His face was rugged and bold, his features sharply defined, his skin dark, and his short hair stood stiffly upright like needles.
Most striking of all were the many scars and branded markings across his face and body. His eyes brimmed with savage menace, making him seem like a ghostly god returned from hell.
Li recalled that Sheng Qi had only been captured by Zhao Gao's Net Trap after being jointly subdued by the Six Sword Slaves. By that measure, Sheng Qi's martial arts should not have surpassed the Six Sword Slaves working together.
If that was the case, then perhaps the Confucian School