Long Luofu held a messaging talisman in her palace and quickly read it. Light exuded from her tightened grip, rendering the talisman into powder.

Her beautiful face looked quite serious; her expression kept on changing. Even Yao Ji who was standing nearby couldn’t read her thoughts right now.

“What do you think about the appearance of the Golden Silkworm Scripture from that grave?” Long Luofu stood up. Even the imperial robe couldn’t hide her perfect figure.

“There are advantages and disadvantages. Right now, there is chaos and the sects all pointing their spears at the court. The appearance of the scripture will force the old masters to take action, which actually alleviates some pressure for us. We can even use this chance and make them kill each other. They’ll grow weak and won’t be able to oppose us.” Yao Ji wore an official...