Song Ciwan mulled things over for a moment in the Cultivation Room.
She had no interest in the internal power struggles of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty. But her lack of interest didn't mean she could afford to be ignorant. She still needed to have a basic understanding of the situation.
At the very least, she couldn't be completely blind to it all, wandering around in a daze. If she got caught in a scheme without even knowing it, that wouldn't be transcendence—it would be foolishness.
From what she had learned over the past few days, the Great Zhou in Song Ciwan's mind was now a volcano on the verge of erupting. Beneath its calm surface, a dark tide was surging.
But here in Guangling City, especially regarding Prince Yun's Mansion, Song Ciwan was at least certain that her firm refusal had been the correct course of action.
The Great Zhou still belonged to its current ruler, His Majesty the Emperor, Emperor Yuanxi!
