When she heard that her daughter was going back, the Dragon Mother knew she could not persuade her to stay. Before that, however, she still had something to do: investigate Li Chen's background thoroughly.
Even if she wanted to entrust her daughter to him, she could not let her suffer.
No matter how worthless Jun Zhantian was, he was still the Divine Son of the Guixu Boundless Sect. Even if her daughter suffered with him, things could not be too bad.
But the Dragon Mother could hardly ask these questions outright. She pondered how she could send her daughter away and speak to Li Chen alone.
Just then, as though moved by some unseen impulse, Ao Jiao said, "Mother, would you like to leave with us?"
Seeing her mother living in this cold, desolate place, with poor food and supplies, and hearing that she would be imprisoned for at least another dozen years, Ao Jiao's heart ached terribly.
Touched by her daughter's concern, the Dragon Mother also thought, If you had any sense, I wouldn't have to stay here.
But as a mother, she could not say that. It would be too crushing a blow to her daughter. All she could say was, "I want to leave too, but your father placed a restriction on me. I can't take even half a step outside the Cold Palace."
As she spoke, the Dragon Mother tried touching the exit of the Cold Palace.
Everyone could see a ring of light resembling a shackle appear around her wrist. Its energy was pure and majestic, striking fear into the hearts of those nearby. Some of the women with lower cultivation even began backing away.
That terrifying energy held her firmly in place. Such was the Dragon King's might, preventing her from leaving the Cold