"Thirty years?"
Emperor Chongming was taken aback.
It is not easy to erase the traces of a person in just thirty years. However, for him, the Emperor, it is not difficult either. An imperial decree would do the trick. Whoever dares to discuss Immortals without permission will face beheading.
"Disciple obeys..."
"In thirty years, there will be no more rumors of Immortals in the world," Emperor Chongming replied respectfully.
He was nearly fifty years old now, and he did not have many years left. He might not even live for thirty more years. After his death, this matter should be the Crown Prince's concern, not his own.
"Alright!" Ye Jeming nodded slightly and disappeared into the Grand Temple.
The death of Wang Wang, Minister of Rites, completely shattered the last glimmer of hope the civil and military officials had toward Emperor Chongming.