This Lord Has Truly Come Knocking

"Young Lord, shall we set out for Wa Empress Palace now?"

East Prince Gong's voice was respectful to the utmost, pulling Yang Jian back from his tangled thoughts.

Yang Jian looked at the ancient powerhouse before him, once the Head of Male Immortals and now utterly obedient to him, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. His master's methods truly reached through heaven and earth, unfathomable beyond belief.

Go to Wa Empress Palace to see his third sister, Yang Chan?

The thought flashed through his mind, only to be forcibly suppressed.

His gaze seemed to pierce through layer upon layer of space, seeing Peach Mountain that weighed on him until he could barely breathe, seeing his mother suffering day and night beneath it.

No.

He could not go just like that.

Under Empress Nuwa's protection, his third sister was at least safe and sound—but his mother was suffering! Every moment, she was enduring torment!

If he went to reunite with his sister first and enjoyed even a brief moment of familial warmth, where would that leave his mother?

A resolute intent rose from the depths of Yang Jian's heart. He had only just gained the power of a Quasi-Saint; this was the moment when his spirit stood highest and his thoughts flowed most clearly.

"No."

Yang Jian shook his head. His voice was not loud, yet it carried an unshakable firmness.

"We are not going to Wa Empress Palace."

East Prince Gong was slightly taken aback. He looked at Yang Jian in some confusion, but did not ask further, merely waiting quietly for what came next. His only task now was to carry out any command from this Young Lord.

Yang Jian drew a deep breath and gazed toward the horizon. Beyond those clouds lay the Thirty-Three Heavens, and