This earth-shattering secret exploded through Yang Jian and Yang Chan's minds like a thunderclap.
Their father had actually been a pawn of the Western Teachings? And their Big Brother, Yang Jiao, was still in the hands of the Western Teachings?
"How... how is that possible?" Yang Jian was utterly stunned.
"So when your uncle suppressed me, on one hand, he was upholding the heavenly laws, but on the other, was he not also protecting us?" Yaoji looked at Haotian kneeling on the ground, a trace of pity in her eyes. "Had he not done so, the Western Teachings would have used it as an excuse to openly interfere in the east's affairs. Then our family would truly have been doomed beyond redemption."
After hearing this, Yang Jian fell silent. The hatred in his heart had not faded, but it was now accompanied by a hint of confusion.
Niu Ben listened quietly from the side, his heart utterly unmoved. To him, these so-called hidden circumstances were nothing more than excuses made by the weak. What helplessness, what putting the greater good first—at the end of the day, was it not simply because they lacked the strength and could only be manipulated by others?
He looked at Yang Jian and spoke calmly. "Let's go. Take your mother and sister back to Guanjiang Mouth."
"Yes, Master!" Yang Jian came to his senses and gave Niu Ben a deep bow.
He did not spare Haotian another glance. Supporting Yaoji and taking Yang Chan with him, he transformed into a stream of light and flew toward Guanjiang Mouth.
As they departed, Niu Ben and Xuandu also vanished from the spot.
On the empty ruins, only Haotian remained, kneeling there alone as the mountain wind swept over his tattered imperial robes. After a long while, he