Yang Jian had been in a wonderful mood lately.
Ever since Yang Chan returned to Guanjiangkou, the little tyrant had actually changed her ways. She never stepped outside, obediently staying in her bedchamber without so much as wandering around the courtyard.
How could he not be happy?
Kang Anyu reported to him three times a day, and his words never changed: "Second Master, the Third Holy Mother is still meditating in her room. She's perfectly quiet. She hasn't even smashed a teacup."
"Good!"
"This is excellent!"
Hearing this, Yang Jian felt immensely relieved.
At first, though, he had harbored doubts. His third sister was actually behaving herself?
The True Lord had always been cautious. Afraid that Yang Chan was resorting to her old tricks of sending out her primordial spirit or creating a double, he had scanned her with his heavenly eye long ago.
Her divine soul was stable, and their bloodlines were connected.
She was the genuine article, absolutely his third sister, guaranteed.
Only after confirming that she was Yang Chan did Yang Jian relax. He privately reflected that his third sister had finally grown up and become sensible. After venturing out into the world, she had at last seen through the sinister intentions of those male immortals.
Especially Chen Wei, who relied on his quick wits and slick tongue, his belly full of crooked schemes.
Now all was well. Yang Chan was willing to settle down obediently and cultivate in Guanjiangkou. That was a blessing beyond measure.
As for her official duties as the Third Holy Mother of Mount Hua?
What did those matter?
At worst, he could assign a few immortal officials to take her official seal to Mount Hua and handle things.
As long as his sister was happy and stayed home behaving herself, who would