The imperial court fell silent for a moment.
Then several ministers immediately stepped forward, vehemently voicing their objections.
"Absurd! Even we cannot withstand the Evil Emperor's spiritual power, and you would seek help from some legendary Goddess of Trade? How much faith can we place in those fishermen's words?"
"The Goddess of Trade? I have served as an official in the Sun-Moon Empire for decades and never heard of any Goddess of Trade! This must be a rumor spread by fishermen!"
"Even if this so-called deity truly exists, we do not even know where her divine palace is. Who would we send to find her? And even if we found her, would she agree to help?"
"Your Majesty, rather than pinning our hopes on an elusive legend, we should gather all our strength for a fight to the death against the Evil Emperor!"
The emperor listened to their objections without immediately responding.
He merely sat quietly on the dragon throne, his gaze sweeping over those fiercely opposed faces one by one before settling on Lin Qing's face, which was full of hesitation yet still respectful.
The arguments in the imperial court grew louder and louder. Some advocated fighting to the death, some retreating, and some surrendering.
Everyone expressed their worries about the situation in their own way, yet not one could offer a truly workable solution.
The emperor leaned against the back of his throne and remained silent for a long time.
Too many things churned through his mind. The reach of the Evil Emperor's spiritual power expanded every day. The fate of the commoners left within the mist was unknown, and the Soul Master teams that tried to resist lost contact one after another.
He had witnessed the Evil Emperor attack with his own eyes.
It had happened several