"Your Majesty, when did we last meet?" Xu Yi asked with a smile, looking levelly at the Candel Emperor seated across from him, his expression calm.
"It has certainly been a long time, President Xu. If I remember correctly, our last meeting was twelve years ago, when we signed the Continental Peace Treaty."
The Candel Emperor was also smiling, his expression relaxed, as though he were chatting with an old friend he had not seen in years.
If he could, he would certainly have loved to kill the loathsome fellow before him right then and there.
But that was an impossible fantasy.
If he killed Xu Yi here, the resulting upheaval would be more than even he, the supremely exalted emperor of the Candel Empire, could bear. It might even plunge the entire Candel Empire into a desperate crisis.
Besides, even setting those concerns aside, killing Xu Yi was itself almost impossible.
Xu Yi had become one of the most powerful Archmages over a decade ago. After more than ten years of continued training, with his astonishing talent, his strength had probably already risen to the very pinnacle of all Archmages.
Such formidable personal power made him virtually impossible to assassinate. Even surrounding him and killing him was beyond their reach.
The Candel Empire had tried that more than a decade ago and paid a terrible price. Now, with another ten-odd years behind him and Xu Yi's strength having increased again, the Candel Empire did not even dare to try.
"The Continental Peace Treaty..." Xu Yi gave a meaningful smile. "Speaking of which, Your Majesty, were you the one who first proposed the Military Magic Machinery Proliferation Restriction Treaty?"
The Candel Emperor looked somewhat embarrassed.
To put it uncharitably, signing the Military Magic Machinery Proliferation Restriction Treaty had been nothing