(Fourth update)
"Wait!"
Just as Xue Ye was planning to casually assign a few people to form a special investigation team to deal with the matter and silence the public uproar, an aged voice suddenly interrupted him.
A flicker of displeasure flashed deep in Xue Ye's eyes. He was the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire—yet someone actually dared to interrupt him while he was speaking?
His gaze shifted, and sure enough, the person bold enough to openly confront him was none other than Platinum Bishop Salas.
Xue Ye's expression darkened as he said with a false smile:
"What is it?"
Ning Fengzhi and the surrounding nobles could all detect Xue Ye's displeasure toward Platinum Bishop Salas from the subtle wording of his question.
The royal family had received strict etiquette training since childhood. Under normal circumstances, no matter what, Xue Ye would have addressed Salas by name or title. Yet he had done neither just now. It was clear that being interrupted, coupled with the undercurrents between the empire and Spirit Hall over this period, had gradually intensified their conflict to the point where it was coming into the open.
Whether it was Ning Fengzhi or the other nobles seated in the VIP section, all of them turned solemn.
The dangers of this kind of power struggle were no less than competing with others in soul skills. One careless move could mean more than personal death—it could affect the rise and fall of the sect or family behind them. They had no choice but to treat it cautiously.
As though he had not noticed the anger in Xue Ye's words, Platinum Bishop Salas leisurely rose from his seat, performed a perfunctory salute, and said:
"This old man believes Your Majesty's decision is exceptionally wise."
At Salas's words, not only