Han Yi's expression did not change.
Yet inwardly, he sighed faintly. There was no doubt that what he had done just now had offended Fu Xuanxu.
Although Fu Xuanxu had said nothing and had not punished him for it, Han Yi's image in the man's mind had already become something else entirely.
Seeking only to protect himself, fearing death, disregarding the sect's crisis—such labels had already been pasted onto him.
But he did not regret it.
Before learning that the soul inheritance might manifest phenomena within the sea of consciousness and grant a cultivator a first-rate immortal foundation, if Fu Xuanxu had asked him to establish his foundation, there had been at least an eighty percent chance he would have agreed.
But now that he had obtained the Ninefold Soul Pagoda and seen the first glimmer of dawn, he simply could not give up on a possible first-rate immortal foundation.
For that, even offending a Supreme Elder was a price he was willing to pay.
The heaviness in Han Yi's heart flashed by only briefly before he forcibly wiped it away.
The immortal path was his own. Other people's opinions were temporary and did not matter to him.
At that moment, his Dao heart seemed to have undergone a cleansing, becoming ever brighter and more lucid.
Han Yi had originally come to Azure Dragon Palace merely to gather more news from beyond the mountains. The cultivators of Battle Arts Peak had all returned to their respective Inner and Outer Peaks, accepting tasks from their own immortal peaks before heading down the mountain to carry them out.
However, after Fu Xuanxu's "reminder," Han Yi descended from the tower and did not go forward to ask for more information.
His Dao heart having undergone its cleansing, he also understood what he should