"Your Highness."
Jing Hongchen called out, unwilling to give up.
He knew that the Crown Prince and the emperor not agreeing immediately meant they would very likely reject his proposal.
They were only withholding their answer to spare him and Kong Deming the embarrassment.
But this concerned Qin Xiao... he had to keep trying.
Ye Xishui said coolly, "Hall Master Hongchen, His Highness said he needed to consult His Majesty. You should go back and wait for word. Besides, isn't the reconstruction work keeping you busy enough?"
Without question, in her eyes, nothing mattered more than starting a war.
Because once war broke out, the Holy Spirit Cult would be its greatest beneficiary.
An endless, inexhaustible supply of souls was simply too important to the Holy Spirit Cult. Its strength would grow by leaps and bounds.
As for the Body Sect, they intended to deal with it, but now was absolutely not the best time.
"You..." Jing Hongchen wanted to say more, but realizing how harsh his words would be, he swallowed them, swept his sleeve, and left the main hall.
Kong Deming said, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, I still implore you to think this through carefully."
He only said this because he did not want the Crown Prince to rush into a decision. He had already decided to explain Qin Xiao's importance to him after everyone else had left.
Then, whether they attacked the Body Sect directly or declared war on the Three Great Empires of Heavenly Soul, Dou Ling, and Star Luo, he could accept either choice.
After all, a quarter of Kong Deming's blood came from the imperial family. Though he was one of the Sun Moon Empire's few top experts, his loyalty to the imperial family was absolute.
Meanwhile.
In a dark alley not far