It Should Be Over

Her words made the faces of Yang Jian and his two siblings darken.

It could be said that wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Court was entirely a black mark in the history of the three siblings.

Those elders, including their parents, had completely treated them like monkeys to be toyed with.

"Besides, since we dared to enter the fray against you, we naturally had sufficient confidence. Did you really think that with your meager cultivation, you could injure old-timers like us, who have cultivated under Master for countless Yuan Hui?"

"Within the Kalpa, only fellow disciples like us can kill one another! This time, Mother alone killed more than ten junior brothers and sisters!"

"But this was merely a contest between fellow disciples. Though those of us who entered the fray were not Saints, we were enlightened by the Great Dao within Master's Dojo. By nature, we have Brands and origins left behind in Master's Dojo. Even if we perish, we can return again. So you need not worry so much! Mother, your uncles, and the others were merely teasing you."

Zi Qiao's words finally made Yang Jian and his siblings breathe a sigh of relief.

They had been afraid that they had truly killed several of their uncles and aunts.

Just then, Yang Jian seemed to recall something and suddenly asked, "By the way, Mother, what happened to those fallen Saints?!"

At Yang Jian's question, Yang Jiao and Yang Chan immediately became alert as well.

What Yang Jian asked was precisely what they were curious about.

They were immensely curious about what sort of war could make those lofty Saints, who overlooked all living beings, fall one after another.

Zi Qiao's hand holding the teacup paused slightly as she fell silent in thought.

The fragrance of tea drifted through