Juling Shen's stunt had already alerted the enemy.
Lingbo City—Yang Mansion.
The night had deepened slightly, and the mansion's lamps flickered.
Yunhua sensed something amiss. Standing beneath the corridor in the courtyard, her brows carried a trace more gravity. After a moment of silence, she could only discuss countermeasures with Yang Tianyou.
Running away was certainly the worst option. Once they left a Human Race city, their situation would only become more dangerous.
The only comfort Yunhua had was that Yang Tianyou and their three children all held Human Race registration.
The Human Race might not be overwhelmingly powerful now, but at the very least, they would not bow their heads so easily.
Moreover, Yunhua knew that during the current era of Dayu, the Imperial Teacher was Moyuan of the Literary Sect. Surely her older brother would not rashly provoke the Literary Sect.
At that thought, a hint of resolve flashed through her eyes.
Yunhua had already made her decision. She could return to the Heavenly Court to answer for her crimes, but she had to protect her husband and children.
Yang Tianyou stood beside her, several times wanting to speak but stopping himself. He could not shake Yunhua's resolve.
Amid the turbulent tide of the age, their family of five could only wait for the decision of those above.
The wind swept through the courtyard, making the lamplight sway. The atmosphere was oppressive and heavy.
Meanwhile, Juling Shen arrived at the Human Race Ancestral Land and successfully met Dayu.
The doors of the main hall in the Ancestral Land stood tall and wide.
After entering the hall, Juling Shen restrained the sharpness he had displayed outside, bowed in salute, and explained his purpose.
Haotian's previous order had only instructed Juling Shen to bring back Yunhua. There had been no