The Sage Grandson's gift, the Literary Palace's visions, the Dao De Jing revealed-a contest of visions?

Great Wei's Capital.

Inside the imperial palace.

The Female Emperor sat on the Dragon Throne.

Her expression was exceptionally grave.

The assembled officials all looked solemn.

A descendant of a Sage had appeared out of nowhere? And he was a Second Sage, leading three thousand Grand Confucians to Great Wei?

What were his intentions?

How could any of them fail to understand?

Generations spent suppressing Demons for a thousand years? That was all bullshit. Of all the times he could have come, he had chosen now?

Who was he trying to fool?

"My beloved ministers."

"How should we handle this matter of the Sage's descendant?"

The Female Emperor's voice rang out as she looked at the officials and asked.

At her words, Zhang Jing spoke.

"Your Majesty."

"This matter of the Sage's descendant is far too sudden. We must investigate first. Surely his claim to be a Sage's descendant does not make it true? What if he is a descendant of Demons instead?"

Zhang Jing spoke, his stance plain.

Great Wei had finally stabilized, and Xu Qingxiao was still here. How could they allow another power to enter?

"I agree with Minister Zhang. We must take our time investigating this supposed Sage's descendant's exact identity. However, we need not react too harshly. Simply have them settle in a city outside the Capital."

Minister of War Li Yanlong also spoke, though his approach was somewhat gentler: let these people settle in a city outside the Capital first, then slowly investigate their identities.

Once they had established the truth, they could discuss it further.

If they could not establish the truth, they would keep investigating until they did.

Yet while the ministers offered their opinions, Chen Zhengru alone remained composed and said nothing.

A moment later, the Female Emperor spoke.

"Minister Chen,