"Father Emperor—why make our top geniuses fight him?"
She asked quietly, positioning herself close enough that only the Emperor and his nearest aides could hear.
The Emperor's expression was unreadable for a moment, but his voice was low and matter-of-fact.
"Because these young men and women are our future, Yaoqing'er. They will be the ones who defend this Empire when its hour comes."
The Emperor's gaze fell on Bai Zihan.
The Emperor realized that the information about Bai Zihan must be correct.
The way he carried himself and the confidence he exuded was that of a powerful person.
He wanted the geniuses of his Empire to know what a Desolate Heaven Empire genius was capable of.
Sun Yaoqing frowned.
"You risk angering the Bai Clan."
He smiled—no warmth, only calculation.
"Do you think I do not know that? But I think it would be worth it."
Sun Yaoqing blinked. Her father's meaning settled on her like a chill.
"You just want to see how strong he really is."
