In Lingxiao Hall, after Immortal Fuyuan's failed escape and death, the most awkward person there was none other than Liu Yanchang.
When he learned that Yang Chan was still untouched, his whole being collapsed, because he simply could not make sense of it.
That day, that old Daoist had said that his blessings had arrived, that he was fated with the Three Holy Mothers, and that sincerity would open the way. Under his guidance, Liu Yanchang had embraced the beauty and brought her home, had known the intimacy of skin against skin, had had...
But now, with the appearance of this drop of Yang Chan's blood, everything had been turned completely upside down.
He could not accept this result. A surge of fury and the feeling of having been deceived rushed into his heart. He wanted to roar, wanted to question Yang Chan about what exactly was going on.
Could it be that the affection of past days, the child, the love... all of it had been fake?
But before he could even open his mouth, something even more spectacular happened. Hong Jin suddenly switched sides and bit back at Immortal Fuyuan, even exposing a heaven-shaking melon of gossip.
Then Immortal Fuyuan ran.
And then Immortal Fuyuan died.
Watching the somewhat crazed-looking Hong Jin being escorted away before his eyes, Liu Yanchang's head, which had been muddled by rage, suddenly cooled down.
Not only did it cool down, it became especially clear. The reason he had been seized and brought to the Heavenly Court was that matter with the Three Holy Mothers.
A union between immortal and mortal—this was a grave crime under the laws of the heavens. Once it was committed, not only Yang Chan, but even he would suffer the Heavenly Court's punishment. Death would be hard to