For that would help her unite the faith of the human world and make the being in the Divine Kingdom stronger.
Just as Fuzi and Wu Xuantian had thought, having a child had made her nearly an independent being. She did not want to return to the Divine Kingdom yet.
Even if she had to return, she would take her child with her. Otherwise, she would rather be shut out.
While the important figures in the temple discussed the campaign against Tang, a man rushed in carrying a baby girl.
He soothed the crying child in his arms as he shouted toward the divine throne, "Quick! Our daughter's hungry!"
"..."
The solemn atmosphere vanished the moment he arrived.
The three people in the hall headed for the door in tacit understanding. They seemed used to this by now.
Sang Sang took the child. She looked at Ning Que with cold eyes and said, "You can leave."
"It's not like I haven't seen it before," Ning Que muttered, quietly edging backward.
After living with Sang Sang for over a decade, certain habits had sunk into his bones. Making cheeky remarks was one of them.
Sang Sang fell silent with the baby in her arms. Frost gathered on the divine throne.
Ning Que froze as that burning pain returned. This time, it struck somewhere more private, below the belt...
"Don't go too far! I'm your husband!"
Their eyes met: hers cold and empty, his furious and aggrieved.
As they faced off, the baby girl in Sang Sang's arms burst into tears, easing the tense silence.
Ning Que pressed his legs together, secretly relieved...
Daughters really are their fathers' little protectors. The old saying was right.
Outside the gates of Chang'an City, a Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at