The Crown Prince's Decision

Little Turtle took his silly disciple off to pick up feathers.

As for this sort of collecting obsession, Lord Lu felt even more that he was carrying forward the fine tradition of running a household. Phoenix feathers, for example—those would be extremely scarce things in the future.

Didn't believe it? Then get acquainted with the phrase "as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns."

At that thought, Lu Chuan turned back and glanced at the Ink Qilin beneath Wen Zhong's seat. Its fur was jet-black all over, and the two qilin horns on its head were black and crystal-bright, carrying a keen edge...

"Haha, they just ran off with their tails between their legs."

Yuyi Xian stepped forward, landed on the ground with Kong Xuan, and laughed loudly.

This time, he basically hadn't exerted much strength. The fighting had been done by Kong Xuan and Lu Chuan leading their men, but after seeing Randeng and the others slink away in disgrace, he felt an inexplicable delight.

"Big Brother!"

Lu Chuan was very happy to see Kong Xuan. This time, in the end, Kong Xuan had not been swept off to the Western Sect by Zhun Ti.

And there were Zheng Lun, Chen Qi, Zhang Kui, Xin Huan around him...

All these people were still alive. In truth, Lu Chuan still felt somewhat hesitant in his heart, because for these people, if they did not enter the List of Conferred Gods, they would die a few decades later anyway.

Right now, it seemed as if he had saved their lives, but in reality, he had also severed their fate of becoming gods.

For them, no matter how one looked at it, becoming gods was definitely a better choice and future. But now that the war was over, all these people were