Half a month later, Yang Jian arrived at the tea stall looking utterly lost. There was still a little dirt on his knees; he must have gone to pay respects to his parents. Personally imprisoning his sister had clearly hit him hard.
"Well, well, Yang Jian. Imprisoning your own sister doesn't feel so good, does it?
"Come on, was it really necessary? That mortal only had a hundred years to live.
"Besides, one day in heaven is a year in the mortal world. Give it two or three months, and that mere mortal will have died of old age."
Faced with Shi Yongheng's teasing, Yang Jian gave a helpless sigh. "Laugh if you must, my friend. I thought the same thing.
"But a despicable man found out and threatened the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in the Northern Border to force me to imprison my third sister."
"There's no shortage of despicable people in heaven or on earth. You should just kill someone like that.
"You used to defy heaven itself. You practically wiped out the Jade Emperor's sons. Why are you so afraid to act now?"
The Willow Deity shot him a look. "Be quiet. Not everyone is like you. It's easy to talk when you aren't the one in his position. True Lord, pay him no mind. Now that you've made your choice, hold firm and keep going. If you run into trouble and need help, neither of us will stand by and do nothing."
"Thank you," Yang Jian said.
"Enough. A drink will ease your worries. I'll make an exception today and have a few cups with you. Besides, the road ahead is fraught with danger. One careless step, and you could lose both your life and your cultivation. I brewed this spirit wine myself.