"You can't move! This has nothing to do with you!" Zi Yang suddenly stood up like a crazed beast, his hoarse voice letting out a roar.
Which son could endure seeing his father's head hung high, eyes unshut even in death?
But he really couldn't move... because it was an Immortal who had hung it there.
Nobody knew what terrifying things could happen after offending such an unpredictable Immortal.
"Sigh."
Shen Yi, as if he hadn't heard, gently took down the Dragon Head and then turned to place it on the table.
Zi Xian seemed struck by lightning, stiffly turning her head back.
As expected, just as she had anticipated, the moment the Dragon Head was taken down, two indifferent figures had already appeared outside the great hall.
Qi Tianya and Lv Xiao both raised an eyebrow.
They were the left and right arms of the Immortal, so the dignity of the Immortal represented their own prestige.
