The blue bricks in the courtyard were slightly damp, and the wind chimes beneath the eaves tinkled softly.
Just then, Yang Tianyou came running over in haste.
He had spotted the visitor from afar and had already formed a vague guess.
Once he saw his face clearly, his entire body jolted.
"Wife..."
"Y-you are? Immortal Moyuan?"
Lingbo City also had temples dedicated to the Literary Sect, and Moyuan naturally held a place within them.
Though the actual statues were made of clay, once they received a cultivator's response and spiritual charm flowed through them, they became lifelike.
Yang Tianyou recognized Moyuan at once. Without hesitation, he dropped heavily to his knees, pressing his forehead to the ground.
"Immortal Moyuan, please save my family!"
"Get up." Moyuan lightly swept his sleeve robe, lifting him from afar. "This matter has its own karmic ties. What must be faced will eventually be faced."
Yunhua came from the Heavenly Court and held a divine post. As Haotian's trusted confidante, personally nurtured by him, she shared deep karmic ties with him and had to abide by his rules.
The three moved to the main hall.
Yunhua personally served Moyuan tea. Once Yang Tianyou had taken his seat, she recounted the entire chain of events.
As Yang Tianyou listened, his body gradually tensed.
By the end, only silence remained in the hall.
Yang Tianyou lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. Faint bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes, born of profound helplessness and self-blame.
He hated his own incompetence, hated that he did not even have the ability to protect his wife.
Moyuan sat quietly to one side, holding his tea without drinking it. He did not interrupt the moment of parting between husband and wife.
Given Yunhua's status, even if she was