Lady Qinghua escorted Crown Prince Ziyang out of the hall and closed the doors behind him.
Shen Yi sat cross-legged, his eyes deep and contemplative.
To be honest, neither of the two paths he had heard about seemed very reliable.
Returning to the Celestial Court was out of the question.
Aside from the matter of the Celestial Seal, Shen Yi was simply not used to entrusting his life to others.
Besides, he was completely in the dark about the situation in the Celestial Court.
What power did those uncles from the Shi family really have? What kind of character did they possess? And what about that purple-bearded white dragon — an elder celestial’s close companion — could it have any influence in matters like this?
He knew nothing, and that was practically a death wish.
The other option was to flee and become an Immortal of the Three Teachings.
Shen Yi felt maybe it was a flaw in his nature, but he always thought Ziyang and the Eastern Dragon King saw these matters as too simple.
Of course, in terms of innate talent, his foundation laid over five Immortal Cities was indeed among the top in Hongze; there was no other like the Scorpion Daddy.
But besides the foundation, didn’t cultivators value comprehension?
Once some immortal casually asked a few questions, he would probably be exposed.