No Matter How Many Stand in My Way Ten Days From Now, I Will Go to Peach Mountain

Inside the Great Hall, Yang Jian's breathing immediately hitched when he heard Nuwa's voice transmission.

She was here.

His third sister would be here any moment now.

Just now, when facing a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers, he had not panicked.

When Vajra Immortal made his move, he had not retreated either.

Yet now, merely waiting for a moment made time seem to crawl unbearably slowly.

Yang Jian tried his best to remain composed, unwilling to lose his bearing before a Saint.

But his gaze was already beyond his control, repeatedly drifting toward the hall doors.

Nuwa saw all of this.

"You siblings are quite close."

Yang Jian did not deny it.

"When disaster struck the family, my third sister was the youngest."

"As her elder brother, I failed to protect her. Whenever I think of it over these years, my heart is filled with guilt."

"This cannot be blamed on you."

Nuwa said, "Your cultivation back then was far too low. You could barely protect yourself—how could you have protected anyone else?"

"Besides, Yang Chan being able to enter my palace as a disciple was also part of her own destiny."

Yang Jian naturally understood this reasoning.

But understanding it was one thing; being able to let it go was another.

Watching his family be scattered with his own eyes—that helplessness was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

"Saint, you saved my third sister and accepted her as your disciple. Yang Jian will forever remember this kindness."

Yang Jian bowed once more.

"If the Saint ever has need of me in the future, so long as it does not violate my master's teachings or my own heart, Yang Jian will never refuse."

This promise carried great weight.

Nuwa could tell that he was not merely