Misunderstanding Resolved

Heavenly Court.

Yaochi Immortal Realm.

A streak of golden light sped through the air. Haotian's figure emerged from the void and landed steadily on the white jade-paved ground.

Yaochi had been waiting for him for quite some time. The moment she saw him return, she went up to meet him.

"Senior Brother, how did it go?"

"Did the Old Master... agree?"

Haotian looked at Yaochi's worried expression and slowly nodded.

"The Old Master agreed."

"But..."

Yaochi's heart sank.

"But what?"

Haotian raised his head and looked toward Zixiao Palace in the depths of Chaos, his expression complicated.

"This time, we exhausted the last of the affection between us and the Old Master."

"From now on, the Old Master... will never help us again."

Yaochi fell silent.

Ever since they had gained sentience, they had served at the side of the Dao Ancestor.

Zixiao Palace was their home, and the Dao Ancestor was their heaven.

Now, that heaven had collapsed.

After a moment, she suddenly broke into a smile and stepped forward, gently taking Haotian's hand.

"It doesn't matter!"

"If it's used up, then it's used up!"

There was not the slightest trace of regret or hesitation in her voice. Instead, it was filled with unprecedented resolve.

Rather than clinging to that ethereal "affection," never knowing when it would be repaid, constantly restrained and living in frustration,

it was better to use it all at once in exchange for true dignity and peace!

"Without the Old Master, don't we still have ourselves?"

"At worst, we'll throw our lot in completely with the Witch Clan and cling tightly to their coattails!"

"I never asked for anything else. As long as we can live peacefully in this Heavenly Court and no longer suffer humiliation,"

"and no longer let the disciples of the Sages