"What?"
"Let me inherit the throne?"
Xu Zhang looked up at his Father Emperor in astonishment.
At this moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad. The coveted Imperial Throne was unexpectedly offered to him so easily by his father. It's true, twelve years ago, his father was determined to pursue the Immortal Path and abandoned the newly conquered rivers and mountains. Twelve years later, his father wouldn't have any lingering attachments to it.
"Father Emperor, the grand view of the Immortal Path..."
"Is it so much more fascinating than the Imperial Throne?"
Xu Zhang mustered the courage to express his thoughts.
If there were immortals and eternal life, who would want to be confined to a corner of the world? Power is good, but how could it compare to the yearning for eternal life and enduring presence?
