As Ling Wuyuan still sat upon the [Imperial Throne], lost in thought.
The women of the harem, who could sense through the [Imperial Palace]'s operational authority that the [Tian Sui Zhen Yang Sect Delegation] and all the other outsiders had gradually departed, soon used the [Imperial Palace]'s built-in teleportation function to remotely transport themselves to Ling Wuyuan's side, wanting to learn exactly what the [Tian Sui Zhen Yang Sect Delegation] had come for.
The moment they appeared.
The item in Ling Wuyuan's hand naturally entered their sight at once.
Because the runes used to write upon the invitation bore special power, even though the script was wholly unfamiliar to them, they immediately understood its meaning—[Myriad Nations Grand Assembly of the Profound Domain].
"Wuyuan, did they come specifically to invite you to this [Myriad Nations Grand Assembly of the Profound Domain]?"
The one who asked was Pei Suxia.
Fond as she was of reading, researching formations, and studying all manner of miscellaneous arts and techniques, the instant she laid eyes on it, her attention was drawn to the various crafting methods displayed on that invitation.
Though the thing gave off no unusual fluctuations.
As someone with a discerning eye.
She could fully judge that the sophistication of its craftsmanship had already surpassed the bounds of her understanding.
However.
Since she had long since seen far too many things beyond her comprehension at Ling Wuyuan's side.
She remained fairly composed at this moment. At most, curiosity showed in her eyes; she did not immediately treat it like an invaluable treasure.
It could only be said—
This was what it meant to have a thick family fortune.
All kinds of supreme treasures that were exceedingly rare in the outside world could now often only be described as ordinary—or even too numerous to count—to