Mount Hua towered into the clouds, its terrain treacherous beyond compare. In the world of immortals and gods, it had grown more unfathomable still.
Before the Third Holy Mother was imprisoned there, it had been a renowned place of cultivation. Now, no one dared set foot on it.
Yang Jian went straight into Mount Hua, to the place where the Third Holy Mother was imprisoned.
At the sight of her sleeping on the ground, warmth flickered through his eyes.
Imprisonment had stripped her of her magical power and divine abilities, so the Three Holy Mothers had gradually adopted some Mortal habits of sleeping and waking.
Her time among mortals had helped shape them, too.
"Third Sister," Yang Jian called softly.
At the sound of his voice, the Third Holy Mother pushed herself up and looked at him.
Her expression grew complicated. At last, she spoke.
"Second Brother..."
Meng Chuan and the others said nothing. The Third Holy Mother could neither see nor hear them, but this was between brother and sister. It would not be right to chatter on the sidelines.
Yang Jian gazed steadily at his sister. "Third Sister, after all this time..."
"Do you know what you did wrong?"
Meng Chuan shook his head. Yang Jian had a fine character, but he could also be stubbornly tight-lipped. He wanted to shoulder everything himself and bear it all alone.
Put in terms of High Emotional Intelligence, he had the makings of a protagonist.
"I did break the Heavenly Rules." Disappointment flashed in the Third Holy Mother's eyes. "But if I could live it again, I would choose the same path."
"My days in the mortal world were countless times happier than my days in the Heavenly Court."
If word of that reached the Heavenly Court, it would enrage another