Yao Ji's heart-rending cries echoed through the forest. "No! Please, spare my children!"
She held Yang Jiao tightly, and the situation fell into a deadlock.
"Goddess of Creation Yao Ji, this matter has nothing to do with you. Do not bring trouble upon yourself!"
King Guangmu raised his hand, about to strike Yang Jiao down, though his attention remained fixed on Chiguo Tian.
This "old colleague" of his had no sense of martial virtue. He was always ready to throw punches at his fellow officials.
"Brother Guangmu, this child... perhaps we should ask Humanity Dao's opinion?"
Chiguo Tian spoke tactfully, inwardly thinking, This Guangmu Tian truly cannot speak a single word of sense. A mother and son's bond, yet all he can talk about is whether it concerns her and bringing trouble upon herself...
We came here to resolve the problem, not make it worse.
"The Jade Emperor has issued his decree. Why should Humanity Dao be involved?" King Guangmu gritted his teeth as golden light surged in his palm.
"Besides, if this old man personally sends him on his way, this little brat should be proud enough. His father can accompany him on the road of Reincarnation."
At that moment, five-year-old Yang Chan stumbled out from behind Yao Ji and rushed forward, her tiny body shielding her mother.
The faint golden mark between Yang Chan's brows suddenly lit up, forcibly driving back Guangmu Tian's golden light.
Guangmu Tian and Chiguo Tian were both startled. They exchanged glances and saw horror in each other's eyes.
This child... possessed such profound power of the Law of Creation!
The First Saint of the Heavenly Dao, Saint Nuwa!
"Stop!"
A clear, icy voice came from the heavens. In no more than an instant, Dragon Lady Yun Hua had landed.
She slowly stepped forward,