Di Cang gravely finished his sentence, his gaze fixed resolutely on Qin Garden. A complex look flickered in her eyes. Her plan had been to take the Holy Hall and establish it as an independent institution, fulfilling her younger sister's wish to create an academy that surpassed even a Middle-class Empire. But the current situation in the Xuanling Empire was simply too delicate. She had long known that, in two years at most, the Xuanling Empire would become a thing of the past. After hearing Di Cang's words, even Qin Garden was starting to believe that Mu Chen was the Empire's only hope.
"Alright! I agree."
Qin Garden finally nodded. Even though she hated Di Cang to the bone, she couldn't bring herself to sever the Empire's only hope for survival. And so, she agreed.
Di Cang smiled. "I knew it. Everything you do is directed at me. For the next month, Mu Chen is in your hands."
