Missing the Perfect Chance

In the Yao Realm, beneath the clouds and mist overflowing with pill fragrance, among the Divine Mountains wreathed in ethereal immortal air, a few more traces of dangerous bloodlust had now appeared.

Yao Wan barely stopped for even a moment. Only after taking a few pills to barely replenish her condition and suppress her injuries did she hurry back to the Yao Clan without pausing once.

And when the Yao Clan Young Miss, whom the Yao Clan treasured so dearly that they feared she would break if held in their hands and melt if held in their mouths, returned covered almost entirely in wounds while carrying the Young Master, the many Elders of the Yao Clan were incomparably shocked and stunned.

Even Yao Wangui was the same.

When Yao Wangui heard that Yao Wan had forced her way back through the realm gate, he could not help but frown slightly. Why had the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan still not acted? Just how long were they planning to drag this out?

He had watched Yao Wan's cultivation surge madly every time she appeared before him. Now, she was already a Half-Saint. How much longer would it be before she became a true Dou Saint?

It was simply like having a ticking time bomb strapped to his body, with the countdown displayed bright and clear before his eyes, faithfully telling him how much longer it would be until his death arrived.

Which was more terrifying: living an ignorant life and suddenly dying one day, or knowing that the day of one's end was approaching day by day?

Yao Wangui would naturally choose the latter without the slightest hesitation.

He knew very well that once Yao Wan grew up, she would inevitably fight him to the death.

If she was allowed to become