A Tribute to the Legendary Pressure-Eating King-Li Yingluo

The warmth from moments ago had vanished without a trace, replaced by dead silence.

Li Yingluo collapsed back onto the cushioned couch, her breathing gradually quickening as her mind fell into chaos.

The pressure from the eight Mystic Sects was like eight mountains bearing down on her head, and Emperor Sheng's refusal to intervene left her feeling utterly alone and helpless.

What should she do?

Protect Ye Li?

That would mean directly making enemies of all eight Mystic Sects! These were eight genuine Martial Supremes!

Ye Li had exhausted every means in the Southern Territory just to slay two Supremes.

Her own side had only just gotten started, its foundations shallow. How could she withstand the fury and targeting of such colossal forces?

But if she did not protect him... losing Ye Li would mean losing the sharpest divine sword in her hand, losing her greatest asset for intimidating all sides and drawing others into her service!

She had finally glimpsed the first light of hope. Was it going to be snuffed out just like this?

No! She absolutely could not lose Ye Li!

But how was she supposed to deal with the pressure from the Mystic Sects?

Li Yingluo's thoughts were a tangled mess. Then she suddenly raised her eyes toward Baiyue, who had returned, and urgently said, "Go summon Mr. Chen and Mr. Liu. Have them come to see me at once!"

Chen and Liu were the two strategists she had recently brought under her command.

It was said that they had quite a reputation for intelligence in the local regions, and they had also been particularly proactive lately.

Before long, two middle-aged men dressed in scholars' long robes were led inside.

Their faces carried just the right amount of respect and concern.

"Your Highness summoned us urgently.