Although Yan Huang Imperial City held great attraction for him, and Ming Long clearly wanted to find out what the mystical dragon Commander Luo was up to in Yan Huang Imperial City and how she had been injured, but Wu Yu could not overcome his psychological inhibitions for the moment.

"There's no rush. I'll bide my time in the outer city for a while before I decide." In the end, despite Ming Long's peevish anxiety, Wu Yu still decided to compose himself before deciding.

He was not only afraid that news would travel to Shushan, causing them to disdain him even more. He himself was not sure that he could bear such a drastic switch in identity from a Shushan disciple to a Yan Huang Immortal Army Soldier.

Before, his master, Feng Xueya, had held high hopes for him, sending him on to Shushan. Who would have thought that he would be cast out from the sect and labeled with the identity of Shushan traitor as he wandered the divine continent.

"Then you think on it! But in the end, you will definitely go. The past is the past. The future is the future. People have to look forward, and Nangong Wei is not necessarily prettier than this little female dragon." Ming Long chuckled.

Her words were becoming more and...