Outside the Medicine Realm, Yao Chen gazed at the enormous black gates before her, perfectly overlapping with the memories buried deep within her mind. Her ruby eyes narrowed slightly, and her heart could not help but ripple.
She had once been driven out through those very gates, forced to watch helplessly as the massive doors closed and shut her out, never to return.
Over the years, Yao Chen had worked desperately to improve her abilities and reputation, wishing to return to the Yao Clan and seek an explanation for herself. It was not to prove anything to anyone, but simply to fulfill the longing in her heart—to let her parents Under the Yellow Springs rest in peace, and to tell them through her actions that their daughter was doing well, that she could live well even after leaving the Yao Clan.
Yet as Yao Chen clung to that obsession and rose in strength and status, her hopes had only grown more distant. She had become increasingly aware of the vast chasm between herself and the Yao Clan. Hope had gradually turned into despair, and deep down, she had come to believe that she would never return in this lifetime.
But now, Yao Chen stood here once again. It was something she had never dared imagine before.
Yao Chen slowly withdrew her gaze from the enormous gates and looked toward the tall and straight figure beside her—her disciple, Xiao Yan, who made her feel so secure.
"Yan'er." A conflicted expression appeared on Yao Chen's breathtaking face. After hesitating for a long while, she parted her cherry lips. "Perhaps we should forget it. The Tianhe Alliance is at a crucial stage right now. The Yao Clan will never willingly hand over Yao Wangui, and you should not turn against the Yao Clan