Yang Tianyou's Thoughts

With the battle in the Black Abyss Realm settled and the dust fallen, the heavenly soldiers gathered up their fallen comrades' belongings and prepared to return.

Yang Tianyou pulled his son aside, ignored the curious looks from his colleagues around them, and said, "Erlang, go back and do your job well. Don't think too much."

"As for what happened today, including that Patriarch Bodhi, don't go spouting nonsense to anyone. Remember that?"

Yang Erlang's feelings were indescribably complicated at that moment. He nodded, then hesitated and said, "Father, was that Patriarch Bodhi truly invited by you?"

"Ahem. A stroke of opportunity and coincidence."

Yang Tianyou answered vaguely and patted his son on the shoulder.

"All right, hurry back to your ranks. Your father should head back too."

Watching the heavenly soldiers' formation turn into streams of light and depart, Yang Tianyou also turned around, rode up on an unremarkable thread of Literary Qi, and crossed toward the valley where his home lay.

All along the way, his thoughts refused to settle.

When he returned to the familiar bamboo hut, Yunhua was already waiting in the courtyard. Seeing him come back safe and sound, the heart she had been holding aloft finally settled.

"Husband, you're finally back! Erlang, he..." She came forward to meet him, worry still in her eyes.

"He's fine. That brat is perfectly well, not a single hair missing." Yang Tianyou took his wife's hand and comforted her. "Let's not talk about that first."

He went into the house alone, shut the door tight, and immediately called out in his heart, "System, get out here! Explain what happened today!"

Only after several seconds did the system's mechanical voice, carrying a hint of awkwardness, ring out:

[Host, what matter is so urgent?]

"Still pretending with me?" Yang Tianyou said