Qin Yu hummed in acknowledgment and then motioned for her to wait at the side. He said, “Divine Seat, I believe you should already know of some matters. Today I hope you can help me by placing a Holy Seal on my disciple.

“I can also achieve this. But in the end, you, the Divine Seat, are the walking representative of the Dao Monarch on this world. Your Holy Seal represents the entire Western Tomb.”

It was only now that Yun Die reacted. When she swept her eyes around and also heard the title Qin Yu used, she was suddenly frightened.

Western Tomb’s Divine Seat!?

So her matter wasn’t over yet? Even she knew what the Western Tomb’s Holy Seal was. Only the Western Tomb’s most reverent believers, or those that had made immense contributions, had the possibility of being granted one.

It represented not just unsurpassed glory, but it was also a status symbol. Those with the Holy Seal were sheltered by the Western Tomb!

Even with her teacher’s status, wouldn’t it be difficult to obtain something so precious?

As she was lost...