"You need not take He's complaints to heart. The Purple Zenith Realm has already fallen. Even if we stubbornly held on here, we would never reclaim it in our lifetimes. Joining the Feather Dragon Clan now... is no different from being reborn..."
A moment later, the man in the scholar's robe had returned to normal and used these words to persuade Wei Tu.
As for this—
Wei Tu naturally found nothing difficult to accept.
He did not bear the same heavy psychological burden as the Purple Zenith Realm's refugees.
It was only that—now that the Feather Dragon Clan had mistaken him for a Purple Zenith Realm refugee, it also meant that it would be difficult for him to escape the Feather Dragon Clan's "supervision" and return to human territory.
Unless I earn the Feather Dragon Clan's trust. Or possess enough strength that they cannot be too blatant in their "confinement"...
Wei Tu's gaze flickered as he pondered in secret.
After speaking with the scholar-robed man.
Wei Tu was smoothly taken away by Imperial Princess Qian Yinger and brought to the place she had called "bathing in dragon blood."
"It is only natural for Fellow Daoist He to yearn for his homeland. It is precisely because of this that I hold him in considerable respect... However, my Feather Dragon Clan is hardly some harmful place. After Fellow Daoist Lin joins our clan, he may also gather strength and prepare to return to the Purple Zenith Realm..."
"One choice is to remain in the past, while the other is to look toward the present. In my eyes, neither is inherently better or worse. But for the Purple Zenith Realm's refugees—and for you, Fellow Daoist—the matter of right and wrong, of superiority and inferiority, must be carefully discerned!"
As they flew, Imperial