Shi Luoyi's heart felt torn, as if two voices battled within. One argued—Zhao Shu is but a mortal. You searched for sixty years and found nothing. How could he possibly have a solution? He's most likely deceiving you.
The other countered—What if he does? Though mortal, he is an emperor after all, and there are many talented people around him. Perhaps he really has found a way. Besides, you are a cultivator, so you don't need to be afraid of Zhao Shu's conspiracy."
"Zhao Shu has no solution," Bian Lingyu suddenly said.