When Bai Ru heard that Xing Xian had returned empty-handed, he sprang up in excitement. Whatever happened, this was his best chance to bring down his old rival! Ever since the promissory-note affair, Bai Ru had grown somewhat crazed. He no longer cared about the harm caused by infighting, and if he could, he would gladly take the elder councilor's place.
Bai Ru hurried to the Saint Court. Not long after he arrived, members of the Immortal Realm faction began rushing in one after another. Hardly anyone came from the other two factions. After all, the matter had nothing to do with them, and they were happy to watch the fight from atop the wall.
In fact, two views on how to handle the matter had always existed within the Saint Court. One held that Feng Feitian's command errors had cost three thousand soldiers their lives. Her crime was unforgivable; though she was dead, her estate had to be confiscated. The other held the exact opposite view. Whatever her mistakes, Feng Feitian had died for her country. They could not chill the hearts of the other commanders, so a light punishment—neither reward nor penalty—would suffice.
The two sides argued endlessly in the Saint Court. The Saint Lord sat high above them, watching the quarrel below with cold eyes. He stole a glance at the Immortal Faction's elder councilor. The old man sighed inwardly. He had never expected this affair to grow so large that he would fail to suppress it. Have I really grown old? He knew that after this, his position as head of the Immortal Faction would likely be shaken.
While the Saint Court was in an uproar, Luo Qian saw Xing Xian off on Feng Feitian's planet. He felt guilty for a while, then quickly pulled himself