He vanished in a flash and then reappeared, his expression solemn.
Lan Mingxuan and Wu Xun were smiling broadly when they noticed his pause and looked over in confusion.
Both of them knew this was impossible.
After all, he was the Prince Consort and a Prince of Yujing, it was impossible for him to sacrifice himself for the Candle Nether Mirror.
They said these words only to evoke his sympathy and dispel his aversion towards Fengtian Palace.
Even if he obtained the Spiritual Treasure, it could not cover up the fact that he had been forced into the Spirit Communication Pavilion.
Inevitably, resentment would arise.
They also wanted him to understand the hardships and sacrifices of Fengtian Palace, to feel sympathy and respect.
Chu Zhiyuan stopped in his tracks, his sword-like eyebrows furrowing.
He was taken aback.
His speed had suddenly doubled.
If not for his quick reaction, he might have crashed into the nearby ancient trees.
