Lady Qinghua saw Prince Zi Yang out of the palace doors and closed them again.
Shen Yi sat cross-legged, his eyes glowing with profound depth.
To be honest, neither of these two paths seemed reliable to him.
Reporting back to the Immortal Court was out of the question, setting aside the matter of the Immortal Seal, Shen Yi indeed disliked entrusting his life to the decisions of others.
Moreover, he was completely clueless about the situation in the Immortal Court.
Just how much authority did those uncles like Shi Ren really have, what was their character like, and would the Purple-Bearded White Dragon who had ingratiated itself with a great immortal also have a say in such matters?
Knowing nothing, how was that different from seeking death?
As for escaping and becoming an immortal of the three teachings,
Shen Yi felt that perhaps it was a flaw in his character, but he always thought that Zi Yang and the East Dragon King oversimplified matters.
