Please, Saint, Let Me See My Sister!

After stepping into the Wa Empress Palace, Yang Jian's footsteps paused slightly.

There were no carved beams or painted rafters within the palace, nor were there golden bricks or jade tiles.

Vast stretches of spiritual herbs carpeted both sides of the path, innate Spiritual Roots could be seen everywhere, and dense Qi of Creation flowed through the surroundings. Even the bluestone beneath their feet had given birth to spiritual awareness.

Several immortal cranes rested not far away. Seeing the newcomers, they did not startle, merely stretching out their necks to examine them.

Yang Jian was secretly astonished.

Though it was also a saint's Dao Field, the Wa Empress Palace was completely different from what he had imagined.

Nothing here deliberately displayed a saint's majesty, yet with every step, he could feel how different this place was from the outside world.

The laws of heaven and earth were especially gentle here.

"Young Master, do not be nervous."

East Prince Gong walked at Yang Jian's side and reminded him quietly, "Saint Nuwa has a good relationship with Master, and Miss Yang Chan is also her disciple. There will be no trouble on this journey."

"I'm not nervous."

Yang Jian shook his head.

"I'm only worried. I don't know how Third Sister has been these past years."

From the time calamity befell the Yang family until now, the siblings had been separated for far too long.

Their mother had been crushed beneath Peach Mountain.

Their Big Brother's fate was unknown.

Their Third Sister had been taken away and accepted into Nuwa's tutelage.

These matters had always weighed on Yang Jian's heart. His unwillingness to dwell on them in ordinary times did not mean he had let them go.

Especially today.

With Yang Chan about to appear before him, the longing buried in the