The Decision

"My son Xiao Yang has the makings of an immortal. So what if a mere son of a concubine is allowed to take a few steps ahead first?"

"In the end, he'll be nothing more than a green leaf setting off my son Xiao Yang."

"Not worth mentioning!"

Shen Fuxing possessed a rather mystifying confidence.

That feeling was as if, even if Shen Changchuan advanced to the Mystic Core Realm tomorrow, he would still believe that his most beloved youngest son, Xiao Yang, would one day trample Shen Changchuan beneath his feet.

Below, the Shen Family's Third Elder and the elders present exchanged glances, difficult looks flashing through their eyes as they shook their heads slightly.

This fellow... was probably going mad!

If not for the threat from the Central Province Zhou Clan, Shen Fuxing would likely have been kicked off the patriarch's throne long ago!

They had only left him there because they needed him to bear the Zhou Clan's wrath. That was the sole reason they had not driven him from power.

And yet, this fellow seemed to have lost his senses, actually thinking this was thanks to that youngest son of his, believing that they did not dare "rebel" because they feared his youngest son called Xiao Yang.

It simply made one's scalp go numb!

The Shen Family's Third Elder could not help sighing inwardly.

He did not know whether Shen Fuxing had truly gone mad, or whether he was deliberately acting this way.

But no matter what, he ought to prepare a few escape routes for himself.

As he pondered, the Third Elder suddenly sensed gazes being cast his way from all around.

He looked up, and found that the other elders were smiling at him ingratiatingly.

The Third Elder was slightly stunned, then abruptly understood.